edgar bones

“Well I’m sure you’ve heard the saying it’s the thought that counts,” she said with a smile. “I’m sure Caradoc will just be happy that you thought about him.”

“He definitely knows I think about him,” Edgar said, getting a little sheepish. “We hang out... kind of a lot, now that I think about it. But enough about me, how are you and James?” 

“He’ll love it, Edgar. Honestly, most people love anything that comes from someone they care about. I’m sure the fact that you put thought and care into picking his present will impress him hugely.” She smiled, “Especially if he enjoys the book.”

Edgar couldn’t help but smile. “I hope he does. I’ve never really done the whole... present thing,” he said. “Especially not for people I care about.” Really care about, his brain supplemented and he knew he was probably blushing a little. 

@caraborn

Edgar had something to prove, and by god, he was going to prove it.

For days, Amelia had been on his case about taking care of himself. He knew how to feed himself, dammit! She wasn’t convinced and he couldn’t persuade her that he was fine, so he had went out and bought all the ingredients to make Christmas cookies. 

More accurately, he had bought all the things he thought he needed to make cookies. Flour, eggs, sugar, frosting–what else did he need? Cookies were like, three ingredients, right? Edgar was confident in his cookie-baking abilities, even though he had made cookies only once when he was younger and they’d come out burned. He was an adult now, and he could do this.