"Tittyloaf," Oliver chimed in, flipping the bacon one more time before his jaw dropped, his hand going to his chest as he tossed a pained look at Georgie. "Ow, my heart. Darlin', you've never seen Ferris Bueller?" He tossed Edwin a glance that relayed they might have to put off the basement for a couple hours to get Georgie acquainted.
He shook his head as he divided up the bacon, two slices on each plate, sighing forlornly. "You poor kid." At that he paused, side-eying Edwin. "You've seen it, right?"