"Good, good. I was hoping I'd get to see the devil coming down to Georgia, Jonny." Might as well, he had had that song stuck in his head since he'd made the connection before. All the more reason to befriend this strange boy. Since Jonathan still wasn't looking at him, Edward looked at him all the more closely, studying what he could see. Plaid, like the unofficial uniform dictated. Did not fit him well, his clothes. His hands were calloused, he had felt that before. Farm work? Probably, at a place like this.

Edward so wasn't the type for outside work. He was annoyed enough by the freckles he was already sporting. So not his style. "So, what do you do? I'm a sinner." Evidently.