Syrrus
Wishful bard
Edward shook his head. He didn't wish a lady to pay for him, it was simple as that. He had money, at least enough to pay for some cafe food. It would only have been rude of him not too. "As I said, don't worry about it." The waitress walked over with their drinks and food, placing them carefully down upon the table. Edward placed a napkin in his lap and began to stir his soup.