"Come on Ed!" Jim said starting to get annoyed at the man's stubbornness. "You have the lawyer, you have two job interviews on Monday, you need to relax you've been doing nothing but stressing for the past few days since you got fired."

"It's Saturday night Ed … And Kristen's been cooped up in here helping you when she's not at work … We're taking you both out tonight." Lee agreed.

"I'm not going. Kristen is welcome to go, I'm not holding her here against her will, but I have stuff to do." Ed said stubbornly.

"Kristen, get him to see reason." Jim said exasperated.

"They're right," Kristen said, resting a hand on Edward's arm. "You're going to burn out if you keep going like this. You've done everything that you can for today. You'll drive yourself crazy hanging around here, worrying about the things you can't control yet. You need a change of scenery."

"I'm fine." Edward said turning back to his laptop.

"Ed." Jim said in that 'warning' tone of his. "We're not taking no for an answer. You're coming to karaoke night if we have to drag you there kicking and screaming."

"I will personally help them," Kristen said almost sternly. "It's for your own good."

Edward looked up at Kristen, staring at her blankly. "Fine." He grumbled. "But I won't enjoy a moment of it!" He said moving to his dresser to find some proper clothing for a club. Not that he owned much in the way of proper attire for such a scene.

Kristen looked over Edward's shoulder, pointing to the green button-up shirt he'd been wearing when she and Deidre had walked in on him still dressing. "Pick that one," she said helpfully.

"You want to put it on me too?" Ed asked snippily, clearly not happy about any of this.

"We'll meet you two in the car." Jim said hoping this didn't start a fight but sensing an argument starting. Him and Lee headed down to the car allowing Edward privacy to change.

"If need be," Kristen said, unperturbed by Edward's sarcasm. "You haven't left the apartment in days, Edward," she said. "Your brain needs a fresh reminder that there's still a world outside of these rooms."

"Yeah? You know what else is outside these rooms? My son." He said bitterly. He was frustrated, and annoyed, and angry, and he knew he shouldn't be taking it out on Kristen, she was just trying to help, but all he wanted to do was stay in and keep applying for jobs. His appointment to go take his GED test wasn't until Tuesday and who knew how long it would be before his results came back. Everything was just taking too long.

Kristen looked steadily up at him. "Do you think I've forgotten that?" she asked quietly, touching a gentle hand to the side of his face. "You are already doing everything you can. But you need to take care of yourself too."

"I know I just …. I hate this." He said shaking his head as he took his shirt off. "Just thinking about what they could be doing to him right now."

"I know," Kristen said, her expression pained. That thought bothered her deeply, and she knew it had to be so much worse for Edward. "But brooding over it isn't helping him, or making you accomplish things any faster. It's just torturing you."

"Yeah, but the faster I get a job the faster the ball can get rolling." He said putting the green shirt on and changing into his black pants.

"And you're doing everything in your power to accomplish that," Kristen reminded him. "But you'll do a lot better at those job interviews if you manage to relax a little. You're a walking, jittery bundle of nerves right now."

"Fine." Edward said shaking his head. "I'm still going to feel weird going … I feel like I should be doing something, not going out and socializing."

"I know," Kristen said. "Just give it an hour or two, and if you don't want to stay out any longer than that, I'll make an excuse for you and we can come back, okay?"

"Okay." Edward said pulling her into a hug. "I'll …. Try to relax for a bit, but as soon as we get back I'm back to applying for jobs!" He said.

"Alright," Kristen said, shaking her head slightly as she hugged him back. He'd done enough for one day, and with any luck, he would get some rest when they returned … But he needed to handle things in his own way. She leaned up and kissed him. "Ready to go?"

"No." He said picking up his keys off the table and his wallet and placing both in his pants pocket. "This better not be a ploy to make me jealous of other men …" He said as they stood in the hallway and locked the door.

"Hey, you guys having a quickie up there or what? Come on!" Jim called up the stairs making Ed roll his eyes.

"Why, do you think we should?" Kristen said quietly enough that only Edward could hear, an amused smirk on her face, before she headed for the door.

"If it involves staying in the apartment, I'd be all for it." He said though he finished locking the door and pocketed his key. "Come on, before Jim sends up a search party." He said heading down the stairs.

"I think Lee is more likely to send the search party," Kristen pointed out as they headed downstairs. She had rarely seen Jim act this social on purpose. And she wouldn't have pictured him doing karaoke. That was something she would have to see to believe.

Edward leaned back in his chair, sipping, as Jim called it, his girly drink. He could feel the alcohol buzzing in his veins and watched as Jim jumped down from the stage, stumbling slightly as he came back to the table.

"Kristen?!" Ed almost flinched at the high pitched squeal that came from behind him and turned to see Deidre approaching them.

Kristen looked up to see Deidre coming over from the table behind them. "Deidre!?" Kristen got up, slightly tipsy, and went to go hug her. "I didn't know you were here!"

Lee looked from one to the other, a slightly amused smile on her face. As the only sober person in the entire karaoke bar, she was getting her entertainment by watching the others make fools of themselves, and reserving the right to make fun of them for it later. It was her payment for listening to all of the off-key singing. "A friend of yours, I take it?"

"Yes!" Kristen said, spinning around to look back at Lee, her ponytail swishing behind her head as she moved. "We go way back, since we roomed together in college … And again now, because she invaded my apartment."

"I didn't invade." She said coming behind Ed. "I merely … Inhabited." She said hugging Ed from behind as he stiffened. "Hey Ed." She said jokingly kissing him on the cheek before moving around to sit at the table with him. "Never thought I'd see Mr. Stuffy here at a Karaoke bar." She said elbowing Ed playfully.

"He hasn't sang yet." Lee said leaning forward on the table and glaring at Ed playfully.

"Yet? What yet? I'm not going to, end of story." He said.

"The night is young," Kristen informed him ominously. "Anyway, Jim just sang. So anything could happen."

"Yeah come on Ed. Get up there." Jim said sitting down next to Lee and picking up his beer. "It'll be fun."

"Fine." Deidre said. "If you're not going to go up, I will." She said standing up from the table and heading over to the stage. She took the microphone.

"Oh my god!" Deidre said with a laugh as she took a sip of her drink, the audience laughing and clapping. "Thanks Jim. I think it's time to give someone else a chance." She said raising her glass to Jim. "And it certainly isn't going to be me so who wants a shot?" She asked. A bunch of people pointed at their friends who all shook their heads. "You? No? Come on don't be shy!"

"What about Edward?" Jim called out with that sly grin of his.

"Edward?" Deidre asked. "Oh, I don't know about that Jim." Deidre said licking her lips and smirking. "Edward's my friend here … He's great. But he would never have the GUTS … To do something like this." She said as Edward crossed his arms glaring up at Deidre on the stage as the entire audience reacted to the very obvious challenge. "Oooooh, no. In fact I'm sure his girlfriend had to drag him down here, you know it's a loooooong day at work. Naw he'll never do it." She said smugly as the audience cheered. "Oh, what you think so? You think he will? Naw. Okay I'll bet you all $100 he won't get up on this stage."

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" The entire audience was going along with Deidre, even though they had no idea who Edward was, it was a challenge, and they were all interested to see if Edward would take it.

Edward downed his drink and put the glass back down on the table. "Make it two." He said standing up.

Kristen burst out laughing, applauding as Edward stood up and headed for the stage. "Of course," Kristen said aside to Lee. "Now Deidre's going to want to borrow two hundred dollars."

"I'm not lending it to her." Lee laughed as Deidre handed Ed the mic and jumped off the stage skillfully in her heels. She sat down in Ed's spot and watched Ed picking out a song.

He wound up picking a song Kristen had never heard of, "Born to be my Baby" by Bon Jovi.

As Edward started singing both Lee and Jim's eyes looked like they were going to bug out of their head and the entire audience started cheering.

"Oh," Kristen said, staring up at Edward on the stage in stunned amazement. "He … He can actually sing."

"Did you know he could sing like that," Lee demanded excitedly.

Kristen shook her head. "I had no idea."

Once the song came to a close the entire audience cheered, including their own table as Ed came off the stage. "Happy now?" He asked as Deidre moved into another chair so Ed could sit between them.

"Delighted," Deidre smirked. "Guess you had it in you after all."

Kristen leaned over and kissed Edward on the cheek. "You were amazing! Why have I never heard you sing before?"

"Because I don't like showing off." Edward said simply, waving down a waiter to order another of his 'girly drinks'.

"Yeah?" Jim asked. "Since when?"

"Since I kicked all your asses at Karaoke that's when." He said waving his finger at the four of them, the motion indicating that he was, in fact feeling the effects of the alcohol he was drinking.

Kristen giggled. "Yeah, because that's definitely not 'showing off.' And now you have to do something for an encore."

"Definitely," Lee agreed. "Because, in case no one else has noticed, you're the only one here who can stay on key while intoxicated."

"That was nowhere near on key Miss. Tompkins …. But I thank you for the compliment. And no, I'm not going back up again." He said as the waiter brought him another drink.

Lee shook her head. "It was closer to on key than the rest of these drunks," she said, giving Jim a playful nudge. "No offense, Jim."

"But why not do it again?" Kristen said, pouting slightly. "You already did it once, and you were so good!"

"No …" Edward said stretching in his chair and glancing at his watch. "Can we head back home now?" He asked, sounding much like a kid who didn't want to visit with relatives anymore.

"Fine," Kristen sighed, sounding equally childish. "I guess you've humored us long enough … But you had fun, right?"

"If you count making a fool of myself fun, then yes, I had fun." He said finishing off the last of his drink. "Would you like to join us Deidre? I'm sure Kristen's going to want some company while I do the boring task of finding a job." He said standing up from the table.

"Is there booze at your place?" Deidre asked.

"No, but we can pick some up on the way." Ed said waving at Lee and Jim.

"Oh, don't encourage her," Kristen laughed. "She still owes you 200 dollars now, remember?" She gave Lee a hug as they got up, teetering slightly on her heels as she did. "Thank you so much for helping me get him out of the apartment. You and Jim both. You keep having fun, okay?"

"We will," Lee said, amused, as Jim ordered another beer.

Edward lead the two girls out of the bar, his hands in his pockets as they walked down the street. Luckily it wasn't far to his apartment, just four blocks down, seeing as none of them were sober enough to drive. He'd have to walk back and pick up his car tomorrow.

"So you quizzed me …. It's my turn … Did you two have fun?" He asked putting his arms around both of their shoulders as they walked.

"Of course," Kristen said, hanging onto Edward as they made their way down the sidewalk. She was glad that her two favorite people seemed to be getting along so well for once. "We talked, we laughed, you sang, Jim did that thing with his face when he tried to sing …"

"What? The clenched teeth, constipated orgasm face?" Edward asked, his grin widening.

"Yes!" Kristen declared, breaking down into a fit of laughter. "Exactly! What is that face?"

"Does he always do that?" Deidre snickered.

"Only when he's super serious about something, or trying to subtly hint at something without voicing words." Edward said imitating Jim's serious face.

Kristen giggled. "So most of the time, really."

"So what was he subtly hinting at tonight, do you think?" Deidre asked.

"That karaoke is super serious GCPD business," Kristen asserted.

Edward laughed as they reached the liquor store. They stopped in, picking out various bottles of booze, each their own selection, more than enough to get each of them wasted for the next few days if they wanted, depending on how much it took Deidre to get drunk anyway.

They headed back down the street towards his apartment, walking past Gotham High, when they heard something unexpected, but perhaps not so shocking considering it was Gotham and it was dark out.

"Leave me alone! Stop it!"

Kristen stopped in her tracks, looking over past the rusting chain-link fence to the Gotham High parking lot, where it looked like some kind of scuffle was going on, several teens ganging up on just one guy. Her eyes narrowed.

"Typical." Ed said shoving his hands in his pockets. "They're always brave when they're in numbers." He said walking along the fence and finding the gate entrance. He walked along the grass towards the parking lot.

Kristen glanced over at Deidre, and then followed after Edward, ready to back him up. Sometimes, all it took with bullying brats was for an adult to step in, and then they'd back off. Other times, that wasn't enough, and even an adult would need to give them a reason to stop.

"Hey, what are you kids up to?" He asked as if he were just running into them out for a stroll.

"Oh look, the dweeb brought the nerd brigade to back him up." The kid who seemed to be the leader said. Ed wasn't frightened, he was bigger than most of them, and it wouldn't be hard to get rid of them. "Get out of here loser." The kid said to him.

"Well, you see here's the thing … There's five of you … And one of him. That hardly seems fair does it?" He asked as the kid that was on the ground sat up, wiping the blood from his nose.

"I said beat it ass hole." He said pulling a knife out of his pocket. Three of the kids saw the knife, and despite it being their friend who was holding it, took off running not wanting to get involved leaving just himself and one other friend who was holding onto the kid on the ground. Though he looked nervous and wanted to bolt as much as his friends did.

Edward remained standing where he was, not even flinching as the kid took a step forward with the knife in his hand.

"Tell me kid, do you know how to use that thing?" He asked calmly.

"What, you think I'm stupid?" The kid asked angrily.

Edward shrugged nonchalantly. "Perhaps a bit on the lower intelligence spectrum yes. But I can tell you there's more to using a knife on someone than 'pointy end goes into the skin.'" Ed said.

"He has a point you know, kid," Deidre agreed, crossing her arms and nodding sagely.

Kristen gave her a skeptical look.

"Well he does," Deidre shrugged.

"I ain't afraid of any of you! You think you're big tough adults? Bring it!" The kid said tauntingly.

Edward took a step towards him making the kid raise the knife. "Perhaps a lesson is required here. I'm not sure you know much about this type of thing ... I do." He said towering over him, not backing down in the slightest. "You see ... There's many parts of the body you could go for ... I'm a little curious as to what you'll choose ... If your intention is to kill, and by your behaviour I'm assuming it is ... Jugular and carotid arteries will bleed out very fast if they aren't held off." He said tracing his fingers over the kid's neck where his jugular is. "You can slice under someone's armpit," he said moving his fingers to the indicated area. "Behind the knee," he said lightly tapping the back of the kids knee with his foot. "or into the side of the neck with a deep enough cut that they can bleed out in under two minutes if their heart is beating fast. A well aimed thrust to the lung or heart," he said tapping him once over his right lung once over his heart. "can end a life pretty fast but unless the aim is right it may take longer to die from. Into the eye or through the temple can cause near instant brain damage and knock someone unconscious pretty fast if it doesn't kill that fast." He said hovering his fingers over the kid's eye and temple. The kid was frozen on the spot staring up at Ed, unsure of what to do.

"Some people can sustain massive trauma and survive or take a very long time to die depending on the circumstance. I suppose if you were to plan a murder, perhaps a plot can involve dosing the victim with blood thinners or some kind of amphetamine to speed up the heart rate and thus make bleeding out a much faster means of death." He said contemplatively.

"Keep in mind that the more bones in the way, the more likely your knife may be damaged or nicked or even caught on a rib bone. It's a very nice knife ... Not yours I'd think. Daddy's?" He caught the look of fear in his eyes and knew he struck a nerve. "Mmm ... Now here's the question Mr. Tough guy ... Are you actually going to use the knife ... Or are you going to walk away?"

"You don't scare me." The kid said, though he clearly sounded frightened.

"No? Then prove it." He said holding his hands out. "Stab me ... We'll see how frightened you are when you're sitting in Gotham Juvenile Hall with hand cuffs around your wrists. For murder at your age you'd be sentenced to a minimum of twenty years. Meaning by the time you got out to actually have a life you'd be ... Thirty five? If you even survive prison ... They don't keep you in juvey forever you know. Once you hit eighteen ... You're in with the big boys. And I can tell you they're much bigger bullies than you." He said menacingly. The kid lowered his knife, his hand shaking.

Kristen shook her head. "Jesus, Edward," she muttered, though a slight hint of a smile crept into her expression. Only Edward would scare a bully half to death using only trivia. Of course, the kid probably had no idea how Edward knew all of this. Given that this was Gotham, it could be any number of disturbing reasons.

"Go home kid … And put your father's knife back before he finds it missing. And the next time you pull a knife on someone …. You better be prepared to use it! Because in Gotham … 90% of people who pull out a knife …. Have it used on them instead of their victim." He said as the kid pocketed his knife.

"I …." He sounded nervous before he stood up straight again, trying to retain his confidence. "Whatever, this was boring anyway." He said. "Come on Chuck." He said going over to his bike and picking it up, the two taking off out of the parking lot.

Edward looked down at the kid. "You okay?"

"I … Y-yeah, I'm fine," the boy said, wiping a trickle of blood off of his face with the back of his hand, before shakily getting to his feet. "Thanks," he said, looking up at Edward, still more than a little nervous after that detailed lesson in ways to kill someone with a knife. "Seriously. You… You didn't have to do that."

"It was no trouble kid … Hey I was right where you are not so long ago. You have no idea how many times I wished someone would step in." He said pulling his hand out of his pocket to shake the kid's hand.

When the kid took his hand he pressed the closed handle of his own knife into the kid's palm. He pulled the kid a bit closer so he could talk without the girls hearing. "Remember what I said … Do not pull it out unless you plan on using it …. And only use it if it's necessary! If your life is in danger …. No other time. It's not a toy …" He said.

The boy's eyes widened as his hand closed around the handle of the knife, and he nodded earnestly, before tucking it away in his pocket. He nodded. "Thank you," he said again. "Really."

Kristen frowned. "Edward," she said slowly. "What did you just give that kid?"

"Nothing." Edward said innocently. "See you around kid. And hey kid … Don't stay out after dark … It's dangerous out here."

"Yes sir." The kid said moving over to his bike which was trashed and no longer rideable. He picked it up and started wheeling it towards home.

"Come on. Let's head home. I think after that I really need a drink." He said. "I wasn't nearly as brave as I looked back there."

"That's alright, Ed," Deidre said, taking one arm as Kristen took the other. "We'll walk you home." She was frankly impressed with the amount of nerve he'd just shown.

"Seriously, though," Kristen said, with a stern, almost librarian-esque look over the rims of her glasses. "What did you give him? Please tell me you did not just give that kid a knife?"

"Okay. I did not just give that kid a knife." He said, telling her exactly what she requested to hear.

"You did, didn't you!" Kristen shoved him slightly, pushing him further against Deidre.

"Hey!" Deidre laughed. "I'm walking here!" before shoving him back against Kristen.

"Hey, hey, I am not a slinkey!" He said moving out from between them.

"No, but I'm sure you'd be fun to push down stairs." Deidre joked.

"Excuse you!" Kristen said indignantly. "No one gave you permission to push my man down stairs!"

Edward moved to the other side of Kristen so that she was in the middle. "Your man? I love it when you get all possessive." He said with an amused smile as he put his arm around her, glad the topic moved away from the knife.

"Well, that works out nicely," Kristen said, putting a hand around Edward's waist. "Because you're all mine." She turned and stuck her tongue out at Deidre.

Deidre grinned. "Put that away unless you plan to use it."

"Get your mind out of the gutter! It's filthy in there!"

Ed looked between the two confused. "Okay you lost me." He said not having seen Kristen stick out her tongue.

"You didn't miss anything," Kristen said. "Deidre's just being a pervert."

"She started it," Deidre insisted, smirking.

They reached home soon after, Edward placing the bag of alcohol down on the counter. He knew he should spend his time applying for jobs but, he felt like he really didn't have the energy to focus on anything serious, not with the alcohol he'd drank before still buzzing through his veins.

Kristen went to get three glasses and bring them over.

"So," Deidre said, pulling bottles out of their paper bags and mixing concoctions together. "Are you going back to job application drudgery, or are you going to keep partying with us?"

"I really should get back to applying for jobs." Ed said sitting down at the table and looking over at them, his laptop sitting in front of him, though he kept it closed.

"If you want us to leave you alone and let you work…" Kristen said reluctantly.

"He doesn't," Deidre interrupted. "Do you, Ed?"

"How do you know what I want?" Edward asked as Deidre brought him over a drink.

"Because you my friend … Are going to have another drink …. And then you're going to join us downstairs on the nice plushy carpet, and play strip poker with us." She said as if that were in fact exactly what he was going to do, and he had no choice in the matter.

"We're doing what, now?" Kristen laughed. She shook her head, looking at Edward's face to try to gage his comfort level. "You don't have to," she assured him.

"I really don't care either way." He said leaning back in his chair. "I think it's too late to apply for jobs anyway …. Might as well have some fun. It's not like I have anything to do tomorrow, I'll just dedicate my entire day to job hunting." He said looking up at Kristen. "Do you want to? Just so you know … I'm really good at poker. I'm really good at everything come to think of it."

Kristen laughed. "Most things, certainly," she agreed, pouring herself another drink. "Alright. If you're up for it, then so am I."

"Well, I hope you're prepared to take your clothes off girls, because I have to say I have no intention of even taking off a single sock!" He said picking up the glass of alcohol Deidre had placed on the table in front of him. "To the basement!"

"We'll see about that!" Kristen said, following him down to the trapdoor. "We won't make it easy on you."

Three drinks later Ed sat on the floor on the carpet in nothing but his boxers.

"Bet em up Ed!" Deidre said laughing as she tossed her panties on the table. Ed looked down at her, where she still was wearing her jeans.

"How did you get your panties off?" Ed asked confused, trying to distract her away from the removal of his boxers. There was no way he was removing them. It was the only thing he had left to bet.

"She's talented like that," Kristen remarked, tossing hers on the table as well. Though she still had on a pale green slip, despite Deidre's and Edward's consensus that it was cheating. "Now, you heard the lady. Off with your boxers!" She wasn't entirely sure how many drinks she'd had by this point, since Deidre kept refilling her glass when she wasn't looking.

"Alright, that's it. I'm done. I concede." He said throwing his cards down on the table. "There is no way ima take ma boxers off." He said slurring slightly.

"No fair!" Kristen declared, poking him in the side. "Everyone else's undies are off."

"That's a pity," Deidre said, sitting back and sipping at her drink with a smirk. "I didn't take you for a quitter. I guess you lose."

"Everyone else has other clothes on." He said before looking at Deidre as if he'd figured her out. "You just wanna see my peepee don't you?" He asked drunkenly reverting to what his son calls that area.

Kristen burst out laughing. "Did you really just work that out? She's very determined when it comes to nudity."

"My motives regarding your 'peepee' are entirely irrelevant," Deidre said, still the most coherent out of all of them, despite the quantities of liquor she'd been throwing back. "The point is, you lose. Because you quit. Because you don't think you can beat us after all."

"If I were sober I'd have you both naked and be fully clothed and the cards would win!" Edward demanded pointing his finger onto the table as if that fact were final. "And you know it!"

"You just keep telling yourself that, Peepee," Deidre smirked. "You haven't seen me at the casinos."

"It's true," Kristen nodded earnestly. "She's banned from half the casinos in Gotham." Though only some of those bans were due to unbreakable winning streaks. Others were for entirely different reasons.

"Yeah fine. We'll call it a draw then, and we'll do a rematch tomorrow with no drinks!" He said standing up from the table and staggering slightly. "I'ma go bed." He said before muttering something about cheating as he tried to make his way towards the stairs.

"But no!" Kristen protested, tugging at his arm as he got up to leave. "That's no fun."

"You're definitely being a spoilsport right now," Deidre agreed.

"Yeah. I'm a spoil sport!" Ed said sticking his tongue out at them. He pulled his hand out of Kristen's hand and stumbled up the narrow stairs.

"Well, then I'm coming too!" Kristen declared, following a few steps below him, staggering slightly more than she had anticipated. "You know, your butt looks fantastic from this angle."

"Both your butts look fantastic from this angle," Deidre said, coming up behind both of them on the stairs.

"Hey, quit looking at that," Kristen protested.

"Make me."

"Stop staring at my girlfriends ass! That's my ass!" Edward said reaching the top of the stairs and crawling up the last bit onto the floor. He couldn't remember when he'd last been this drunk, but the entire room was spinning.

"I claim your ass too," Deidre asserted, laughing as Edward reverted to crawling. "All the asses are mine!"

"Oh yeah, well… Then whose ass is your ass?" Kristen said, for lack of a more coherent argument. Finding Edward blocking the way, she sprawled on top of him. "Protect the Edward's ass!" She declared.

Deidre shook her head. They were both complete lightweights. She seriously had to work on their alcohol tolerance. "One problem," she said, slapping her from behind, making Kristen jump. "Who's protecting yours?"

"Hey!" Edward said grabbing Kristen's ass. "Don't touch my stuff!" Ed said looking squinty eyed at her.

"Oh?" Deidre smirked down at him. "What are you going to do about it?"

Edward reached up and without thinking about what he was doing pinched Deidre's nipple, causing her to shriek.

"Edward!" Kristen yelped. "What did you just do?"

After recovering from the slight shock, Deidre reached over in retaliation and groped the bulge in Edward's boxers.

Kristen looked back and forth from Edward to Deidre, stunned.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Deidre asked, a wicked grin on her face.

"I…" Kristen blushed profusely, still looking back and forth at the two of them. "I don't know. Am I? Are we?"

"It's time to take over the world?" Ed asked, climbing out from under them and stumbling towards the bed, completely oblivious to what they were talking about.

Kristen couldn't help giggling slightly as Edward stumbled away, the conversation completely flying over his head, even as he caught the cartoon reference perfectly.

"Not quite," Deidre said, getting up to follow him. "It's time to take over the bed."