It was afternoon, time for football training, theatre rehearsals and other such extra-curricular activities. Edward had little interest in the former and was an active part of the latter, but he'd walked out of the auditorium right now, as he wasn't a part of the scene being rehearsed right now. Nobody ever appreciated his helpful input on how things should be played, so he felt it best to remove himself a little from the stage for the time being. Instead he stepped outside, both to get some fresh air and to hang around near the windows to the auditorium, so he'd not miss his cue.

Which made it all the more intriguing to see Jonathan Crane smoking not far from said windows. Go figure.

Edward grinned, hands in his pockets as he approached the other boy. "Are you familiar with the works of Oscar Wild, Jonathan? I've been thinking about that quote. You know. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness."

He shrugged, stopping a step or two away from Jonathan and looking him over. "I can't say I disagree with it. Although you, my friend, are not mediocre. So, from you? Perhaps your watchful eye is the sincerest form of flattery you have to offer."

With a nod of his head, he appeared grateful enough. "It is. Flattering, that is."