[Jason's wit and the subtle sharpness of his tongue had impressed Edward from the first when he saw how easily Jason verbally wove around his coworkers. Most of them didn't even recognise when they'd been insulted, and it had taken a lot for Edward to hold back his laughter. It had come as no surprise to learn what Jason was studying - at least half of it, though he appreciated the younger man's practicality in choosing a second major. Finance wasn't as interesting, but much like Edward's current role, it would be a reliable source of income until Jason could invest himself in what he really loved.
Edward's burger sat forgotten in his hand as his gaze lingered on the flush colouring the younger man's cheeks and the freckles standing out against it endearingly. Until a dribble of sauce ran down his wrist to drip on his sleeve and watchband. Making an annoyed sound, he set his food down to grab a napkin and dab at the mess.]
I have excellent taste, true, but I spent enough time making do with what I could. So not that different even if now I can ensure I only ever have the best. However, I'll warn you that you might find that test less enjoyable than you think.
[He didn't look at Jason as he made the admission, thinking back to his early days in Gotham and, before that, his first experiences cooking for himself as a child. There had been enough days growing up where he only ate if he prepared himself something from what was available that he knew a thing or two about eating anything without complaint. Something that had been even more true when there was a risk of his father finding any thrown-out mistakes, the associated waste of money sure to provoke anger.
Hence the displeased look he gave Jason as he set down the crumpled napkin.] That's a ridiculous policy to have. If I give you something you don't like, don't choke it down.
[That might be an overstep. Huffing, Edward waved a hand and offered magnanimously-] Unless the child in question enjoys your display that much. But you can put on an equally effective show without needing to go method.
/wanders back in here super late
Edward's burger sat forgotten in his hand as his gaze lingered on the flush colouring the younger man's cheeks and the freckles standing out against it endearingly. Until a dribble of sauce ran down his wrist to drip on his sleeve and watchband. Making an annoyed sound, he set his food down to grab a napkin and dab at the mess.]
I have excellent taste, true, but I spent enough time making do with what I could. So not that different even if now I can ensure I only ever have the best. However, I'll warn you that you might find that test less enjoyable than you think.
[He didn't look at Jason as he made the admission, thinking back to his early days in Gotham and, before that, his first experiences cooking for himself as a child. There had been enough days growing up where he only ate if he prepared himself something from what was available that he knew a thing or two about eating anything without complaint. Something that had been even more true when there was a risk of his father finding any thrown-out mistakes, the associated waste of money sure to provoke anger.
Hence the displeased look he gave Jason as he set down the crumpled napkin.] That's a ridiculous policy to have. If I give you something you don't like, don't choke it down.
[That might be an overstep. Huffing, Edward waved a hand and offered magnanimously-] Unless the child in question enjoys your display that much. But you can put on an equally effective show without needing to go method.