Delite blushed, giggled and looked adorable, which Edward felt was a little much coming from that little shit, but what was he supposed to do about it? He supposed Jack really did have a type. He tossed the finished chicken in the right seasoning, doing Jon's first lot first and handing it to him, before also getting him a coke. "You look dehydrated. What are you on, sexy?"

"Keep it in your pants, Delite." Ed decided to be possessive, after having mouthed an I KNOW to Jack. He waited to get his order, then picked the table closest to the counter to sit at, assuming Jonathan would join him. "Murder attempts are how relationships are forged in this city, honestly. I like to think that Jack maybe would have stopped before I was dead." Well, he could hope.