[Yeah, oh yeah, they're sharing a fork. It's not a big deal, right? I mean, it's not like they're kissing or anything like that.

Blake's silent as he takes a bite. When he chews, it's politely, with that fork still hovering near his mouth. He nods slowly and his eyes slide closed at the mix of flavors.]

Mm. Yeah, wouldn't mind makin' these more often. Don't gotta even worry 'bout the coupons. Make 'em any time you want, just gotta say.

[If nothing else, Blake's always trying to feed a person, much like an ancient grandma. He offers the fork back to Edison and then wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. Classy.]