"Good," Edward smiled smugly, raising his drink slightly in a toast-like gesture. Since, obviously, his opinion did matter greatly to most people-- being an editor had that kind of perk. Which also meant he was ninety percent of the time correct. Little known fact for anyone that card to know.
Edward held back rolling his eyes at her, or giving any kind of emotional response, really, as she addressed him again. Mister Pennifold? Really. Did she think he was an old man? Or anything but her peer for the last ten years? Though, he supposed that they had kept up this game of addressing each other strangely for quite some time that breaking it now would be even stranger than going along with it. Or would it just throw her off, which ultimately had been the goal so many years ago?
Hm. What a conundrum.
"Oh yes. Though I can't see why, it's not like I personally am that hard to please," he mused, opting to break the tone that Rachel was trying to set.
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