Edward grabs his own beer to-go and follows suit, feeling a good deal lighter than he can say he has in days. "Don't know what the fuck that is." he replies, but he doesn't care. Any distraction will do.
"I only know shanties," he mutters as they move rooms, "And I wrote a couple songs but I don't think I wanna share those."
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"I only know shanties," he mutters as they move rooms, "And I wrote a couple songs but I don't think I wanna share those."