"Well don't promise her that, there's perfectly good bacon on that plate," Edwin teased, shooting a wink to assure Georgie that he really was kidding. He held out a hand for her mug, unsure if that was going to make the trip up to her room with her or not.
After a moment he turned to Oliver, carefully maneuvering so that he didn't bump any of the plates or mugs when he got his face close. "Thank you for making breakfast. Again." He gave him a quick peck on the lips.