"You can't honestly expect me to be not watching a Lord of the Rings marathon, anyway," Edwin joked as he crossed over to the plates. He passed over Georgie's, but rather than take his own right away, he leaned against Oliver again, this time shoulder-to-shoulder. "We might be that bad," he said low, smirking.
He bumped their hips before he took his plate and stepped aside, waiting for the others. They could come back and do dishes after Ferris Bueller.