Oliver snaked his arm around Edwin's waist once he was near enough smiling, but letting the man slip away again with his plate. He quickly washed the pan and the spatula, then put the ingredients away before meeting up with the others. "Here, darlin', gimmie that plate and you can go on from here. I don't mind carryin' it up." He hook his mug through the fingers of one hand, holding it outside of his palm, holding his plate with the same hand and offered the other. "Less runnin' around that way. I promise nobody'll eat it."