Pulling her over into his lap, Edward started braiding her hair, since it was silky, soft, and right there. He always liked to keep his fingers occupied when talking, after all. "I'm sure he'd play with you, but he might not be the best at playing. I don't think anyone played with him growing up."

He could not be certain, but he was fairly sure that was true. Perhaps some crows played with him, odds were it was that. When they weren't trying to eat him, anyway. It was all very Hitchcock, Lovecraft, Poe, Gothic horror all over the place. "But I bet he'd love a drawing. He likes crows. And scarecrows. Pumpkins... He really likes spooky things and Halloween."