"...well. He is a country boy. Haying and all." Edward's knowledge of country life was very limited, but he had talked about things with Jonathan before. Enough to be sure that he'd grown up on a farm of some description, likely in the middle of nowhere in hick-town, Georgia. And here he was now. A scythe.

"Ew." Victor felt that summarised that, leaning down to get a closer look. "Would be an effective weapon, if it's sharp enough."

"Let's ask those headless guards how sharp it is, why don't we?" Edward sighed, running his fingers through his hair in a futile effort to calm his mind. "I suppose we should be off then. Go bring about peace."

He was supposed to just head home by now!