His chicken was done and he took his order, walking over the dirty table in the corner and sitting down. He waited for Edward to sit before he properly got started on eating. "He th-thrusts his f-fists against the ch-child and s-s-still insisssts it's all a lie." Jonathan stammered finally before he made a small, amused noise and ate some chicken. Well it wasn't rolling off the tongue any better but it was an interesting way to talk about ones difficult home life.

It was the weekend, there was no school tomorrow and no reason for either of them to hurry off anywhere to Jon took his time eating. "Come to my p-p-place."