"Of course I miss you," Edward told him and it wasn't even a lie, weirdly enough. Just wasn't the same without Jack. He looked at Jonathan, lifting a shoulder a little in a shrug. "Jack got expelled for almost killing me, did I tell you that?" Might have been worth a mention.

"Shouldn't mack on Mister J's girl," Delite added helpfully, while he put all the little tubs on the counter, belatedly realising that he could have just combined all of Jonathan's into one big tub. Whatever. "Hey, Jon, you're from the South, so do we go proper spicy with you or white spicy, like riddle boy?"

"Fuck you," Edward said in a friendly tone, propping his chin up on Jonathan's shoulder, because apparently he got to. "I think he can handle the heat."