"The good moments in the bunker were very good," Edwin agreed, smirking. "And I really liked that costume basement. We weren't even together yet, but I was very interested in seeing you in a kilt. So not much has changed."
He jabbed his spear into the water again, failing again to spear the same damn fish, before frowning up at Oliver. "I have a few ideas filed away, but... I don't know. Nothing's felt right yet, and there's just been so much going on... I'm working on it. It'd be better to play, now. I think. There's just not as much to do here, so it'd probably be okay." He'd spoken to Oliver before about how he wanted things to be perfect, and he felt like he wasn't there yet. Or maybe he just didn't know if he could even be a good DM. He'd get there eventually. "I need to just do it," he said with a shrug. "I'm just going to be constantly nervous about it until it happens."
He speared the water again, this time letting out a loud laugh. "This one fucking fish..."