"Well, there's still private network posts, at least. I mean, as long as we remember to make them private." Edwin's brow rose as he recalled more than one conversation that probably should have been kept just between them, but that made him think of Georgie, and that bummed him out. He allowed himself to be distracted by the phone call, smiling as he answered it. "Hi. I hope this is a booty call," he said, winking at Oliver.
He pocketed the phone once he hung up, and then it was his turn to bend and reach for gifts, one for Oliver, one for himself. This time his gift was long, and heavy, and from Jack, and he very nearly took his phone back out to take a selfie with his new sword. "Oh-ho-ho, look at this," he laughed, carefully taking it out and holding it out in front of him to look down the length of it. "This is awesome... Jack! Where's Jack?" He turned a little, looking in the direction he had last seen Jack go, then around the room. He held the sword up when he finally spotted him. "Thank you, Jack!"