"Sure I do. A cravat's just a really fancy, fluffy bib." Oliver nodded to himself, patting Edwin on the chest as if satisfied. He turned to grab his plate of food, then returned, watching that hand as it moved. "Yeeah...uh...I think it says something, either about me or that suit, that I'm not entirely sure if I'd like it better on the floor or not." He wanted to touch it again, but with a plate in one hand and his root beer in the other he was starting to wonder if this whole eating thing hadn't been a terrible idea. "You need a you-shaped mannequin."