Once he walked inside, Edward turned to the window to get a glimpse of his reflection. He scowled in disapproval and reached up to adjust his hair so it'd better hide his bruised face. He licked his bloody lip, looking very obviously self-conscious for the moment. Still, he caught Jon's order and he nodded, heading up to the counter.

"The jumbo fried chicken and fries combo. And a coke." He wasn't hungry himself, but he was in for a long night, so he figured coke was the way to go. As he waited for their order, he leaned against the counter and looked at Jonathan, wondering what he looked like to him now. His hair was not done, he was tired and bruised, he was not the image he preferred to present himself as. "Thanks for the invite, Jonny. I was about to consider much worse alternatives."