He just made a thoughtful sound at the explanation, "That's... quite clever, actually." And more than that he doubted Crystal would actually mind, though she might put up a token fuss about it, but it did smell good, surprisingly, and he nodded at Charles' mentioning that they could go back if they needed to.

He shuffled his notes into order, setting them aside so he could set them all out across the desk again once they'd eaten while he surveyed what was there, brow creasing a little, and finally settling on the one thing he could actually recognize -a raspberry scone- eying one of those cups of coffee suspiciously, "Is it plain black coffee or is it milk with coffee in it the way Crystal likes it?" Edwin was reasonably sure he wasn't particularly going to like it either way and would probably stick with water, but even he could admit that he was curious.