Oliver's face immediately deadpanned, all for his eyebrow, which managed to remain arched up in interest. "Deal. We'll get our plates to go." He landed a loud smack of a kiss on Edwin's cheek, then grinned as he slipped past him to get to the table first. He handed a plate over, then began piling chips onto his own. "I think Jack made these from scratch. Guy doesn't do anything food-related half-assed, does it?"