Jonathan held out a roast beef sandwich to Edward, using his thighs to hold a cup as he tried to pour a beer into it without spilling it all over his leather pants. "Made it myself, so no worries about the cook you insulted trying to poison it," he teased.
Though, he didn't blame edward...the turkey she had roasted was rather disgusting. Probably why the woman was now locked in B block, screaming about dancing chickens.