Lynn carried three boxes stacked on top of each other and was shuffling another two along the ground with a foot. The whole point was, her world consisted of nothing but cardboard at this point so she couldn't really see the guy in front of her until he lifted two of the boxes in front of her face. She cut her eyes up, "Hey!"
The guy peeked out at her from behind thick lensed glasses. He was actually pretty cute, in a rather nerdy way. "You're Lynn, right? Oswald said you were coming today."
"Are you Ed or John?"
"Edward Nygma, and let me get the door." He replied, opening the door and moving inside while Lynn threw her box after him. She could hear a muffled thud as it landed, but she was too focused on lifting the last two boxes to even care. All it held was Gotham University T-shirts, hopefully to go into a quilt. Edward had shunted the two boxes to the side of the door, apparently content to let her schlep them up the five flights of stairs.
Bastard.
Eventually all the boxes made it up, and she flopped down onto the mattress. Seriously, fuck her life right now. It had to be an hour before she had everything put away to her specifications and she made her way back downstairs. The kitchen seemed to be fairly well stocked, if a little heavy on the fish side. That and a twenty pound bag of coffee, and a coffee machine that seemed to be under almost constant use. An array of coffee cups were beside it, most of them bearing question marks or complex calculus equations.
Oswald was actually in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Lynn walked up and sat down in one of the dining chairs. She smiled at Oswald. "Well, everything's in. How have you been since I saw you last?"
"Well enough, I do hope you will forgive Edward."
"Forgive Edward for what?" Said Edward had just walked in.
"You left the poor woman to take her belongings up five stories by herself."
"She handled it."
At that Oswald reached over, grabbed one of the question mark mugs, and deliberately dropped it the floor. Lynn couldn't help a little jump as it shattered, ceramic flying everywhere. "Perhaps you'll think differently next time, my curious friend."
Edward seemed to be trying to find something to say. "The man who makes it doesn't want it. The man who wants it doesn't use it. The man who's using it doesn't know he is using it. What is it?"
Lynn snorted. "A coffin."
"Which is where'll you'll be, Cobblepot, if you break one more of my mugs!" Edward seemed all together too angry, and quickly stormed up the stairs.
Oswald brought his sandwich over. "How did you know that so quickly?"
"I got locked in a bathroom at a party with nothing but a book of riddles. Took five hours to get out, and I couldn't exactly forget them."
"Five hours?"
"Someone finally threw a beer through the window and I managed to get out. I had tried it earlier but it was stuck, after the beer came through all I had to was punch out the rest of the glass."
Oswald quickly ate half the sandwich, "Seems to be a very interesting experience." They heard the door slam, a young black haired man making his way into the kitchen. He slumped, bright blue eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses and some unkempt hair. He paid them no mind, instead moving for the much maligned coffee machine. He took a calculus mug, filled it full, and then slouched upstairs. Lynn stared after him.
"You'll get used to Jonathan."