Oliver was happy to let the others converse, though he tossed Edwin an incredulous look as the cat got all of the attention.
"No problem, just let me know. I'm the resident chef," Jack informed her proudly. "We're working with limited ingredients right now, but I don't mind whipping something up, especially for newbies."
The mention of weed drew his attention to Edwin, and then to Oliver. "Wait...we as in...." The pointer finger of his free hand wiggled back and forth between the two of them, landing on Edwin first. "No offense, Ed, but I kind of pegged you a little, but you?" It wiggled to Oliver next, and he scoffed good-naturedly. "You look kind of like my old D.A.R.E. officer."
"You know, I bet nine outta ten of those guys rolled their own too," Oliver pointed out, then grunted lightly as the cat connected a surpise head-butt to his chin.