"Yeah, I can imagine." At least for an obvious lunatic without a high school degree, but Ed wisely kept that thought to himself, just gesturing around them. "This place is doing well though. Everyone knows it's the best chicken in Gotham."

Delite served the last bucket to Jon, then sat down on Jack's lap and looked behind himself at his boyfriend. "You don't gotta worry or nothing, Harley is gonna get into therapist school and I can do maths or something." How hard could it be to get paid for that?

"Gonna be a kept boy, Jack? That's the life." Ed teased, but only ever so gently. Gotta play these things carefully.