Oh, believe me, dude, I am more than aware of the risk I take dropping in on you.

[ He laughs, clearly unbothered. He hasn’t lost his youthful spark, but he’s not naive or particularly innocent. They’re mostly all adults here, but if Eddie can crack joke, he’s going to joke. It’s the court jester in him. ]

And you know, I’d consider accepting that offer, but uh…three’s already a crowd and more than that…well, send in the clowns, dude. That’s a whole goddamn circus. Not to critique, of course.

[ Never to critique in truth. He beams as Jesper begins to sketch him instead. He still gets a kick out of seeing how he’s portrayed by artists and which features get exaggerated—usually it’s his hair and eyes and gangly limbs, and it’s never incorrect. ]

Yeah, see, I’d wear that. Especially if you slapped a bat on it somewhere.

[ It is a terribly sad fact that neither one of them got to see the Matrix, but the look is cool, as Eddie seems to be into it. It's almost like he can sense that's exactly how Ozzy Osbourne ended up dressing in his old age. ]

Alright, alright, fine. I won’t backseat drive. I think you could get some great soap opera-type entertainment out of it, though.

[ He heaves an overy dramatic sigh. He’s always been significantly more flippant with his abilities and tasks, granting blessings simply because he likes a person’s personality or the way in which they approach him or follow through with the innocuous requests he asks of them. Not everyone is like that, but it's kind of the only way Eddie knows how to be without rewiring his whole personality. ]