When you were in and out of Arkham like he and the others were, seasons and holidays didn't mean much. Summer was stagnated with most of the others, given the cold prison drab was tolerable compared to the heat of the city, but other then that-
So the sight of the two minded rogue, carrying a familiar red sack, had Edward frowning as he sat up a little. Was it really the holidays already? "Harvey. To what do I owe your visit?" He questioned. His tone even, knowing far better then to set the other off by seeming ungrateful. A little confused, perhaps, but that was par for the course.