Edwin made a face as Oliver chanted, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out, like the word titty made him feel how most people felt about the word moist, which he oddly didn't have a problem with at all. Anything else he had to say about it was cut off when he jumped from being goosed, and he swung an arm around to smack Oliver on the rear as he went by, but was too slow and swung at air.
"The movie's probably at least twenty years old, so not seeing it recently isn't a good excuse," he told Georgie, even as he caught Oliver's eye and nodded at their new plan. "Well, let's use my room. My bed is huge, and the screen and curtain make it like a real theater," he pointed out. "A real theater with a bed, I mean."