Proving Jonathan's point, Edward muttered under his breath. "Y, O, U, apostrophe, R, E." He couldn't just let that pass, so maybe there was something to what Jonathan was saying. Obviously there was, but that didn't change that he'd have to send his clothes to the drycleaner to get the smell out and that he could already feel a headache coming on. Ugh, smoking really did suck.

"I'll learn to predict him, that is one of the many points of the exercises. But it is heart-warming, Jonathan, how you worry for me."