[Edward waved off Jason's concern about his admittedly non-existent contracts - it would be fine; he could handle any attempts to deny him what he was owed. He was smarter than anyone at the company; how could they possibly outwit him? And after finally escaping the office, he wasn't in the mood to discuss contracts and that tiresome legal drudgery. Not when he still didn't see why Jason would want him to succeed in his future plans.

Brushing those thoughts aside, he took in the interior of the bistro critically as they were led to their table. Edward settled himself in his seat and picked up the menu, giving Jason an amused look over it at the confession, lips twitching into a smirk.]

That makes me concerned for your tastebuds more than anything. If you ask them to bring you out some engine grease as a condiment, I'm leaving. [Despite the dig, he went on after another glance at the menu.] So what do you recommend?