"That's so the glasses are clean. That way, there won't be any dirt in your water when you drink it. A lot healthier that way." Maybe that was the simplest explanation he could muster up that wouldn't turn this little girl into a germaphobe. Edward knew what that was like, he remembered when he first learned about these matters. He assumed his fondness for wearing gloves stemmed from that time.

He finally filled a glass with water and handed it to her. "I'm Eddie. I know your parents, but I didn't know you existed." He must have missed that. He assumed Cluemaster didn't exactly advertise her existence, which was at least some sign of base intelligence. "How old are you, Stephie?"