"These are interesting times, Jonathan, and that's not always a good thing," Edward stated ominously, before getting up, abandoning most of his gross excuse of a lunch, and heading over to the Joker. Who, yes, was looking very much angry, which was more than a little terrifying.

Still, it was something he should at least somewhat keep an eye on. And, who knew? Jonathan was - at least had been - Delite's therapist. Maybe he could help, that'd be a change. "Do you want my fruit cup, Joker?"

He came bearing gifts, setting the cup down in front of him. "I'm watching my girlish figure, you know how it goes. Jonathan's back, he wanted to say hello. Hey, Delite."

That was a pretty civil greeting for the two of them, though Delite simply blinked and then rested his head against the Joker's shoulder. Quite the subdued performance from that manic pixie dream boy.