Edwin shook with quiet laughter, knowing that Oliver was probably more correct about the situation than he was. The hip-check earned another round of little giggled, and he leaned harder than necessary into Oliver to make up for it. "We're doing a real bad job about not talking about things," he snickered. "We should probably only think about pitching one tent right now." He smirked, then leaned into Oliver again. "I wanted to follow that up with something wholesome, but I've got nothing."