Edwin arched an eyebrow at Georgie as she laughed, feigning disapproval. "I can't help but think you've turned sausage into something dirty in your head," he deadpanned. "I don't know who you think you're talking to right now, Miss Snow." He couldn't make his serious expression last, though, and he was smirking by the time he moved to get the rye bread.
"Over easy is fine," he told Oliver, dragging his fingers across his back when they crossed paths again and he found the toaster, putting aside a slice for himself as well. "Georgie, toast?" he asked, before making a face. "How much beef jerky did you have yesterday? There wasn't that much in the vending machine. Unless you got to all of it before anyone else did..."