At Georgie's description of him, Edwin found himself chuckling again, and briefly lifted one leg and playfully wrapped it around Georgie's waist, because he wasn't being ridiculous enough already, apparently. He let up as soon as the toaster popped, and he untangled himself from Georgie to start getting plates and silverware.
"Crispy," he told Oliver, as if he didn't already know. "Bread On My Tits sounds like a great band name, you should write that down," he joked as he gingerly picked the toast out of the toaster. He put a slice on each plate, then delivered them to the side of the stove for Oliver to deliver bacon on, when it was ready. He flashed a smile when he realized that it looked a lot like Oliver was being pouty.