"If you'd said cookie right away, maybe I'd have been swayed." Swayed to give a damn. It was fascinating, the kind of charisma someone like Harvey Dent had. Edward thought of himself as not really caring much for anyone at this school, they were all just different flavour of moron, but suddenly he felt as if he wanted to spend more time with this boy. Wanted to impress him, maybe. Be his friend. Dangerous road to go down on, but his smile was genuine suddenly and that felt weird. He wasn't used to smiling for real, at least not smiling at someone. "Bring me a cookie on Friday, I'll remember next year."