Vrenille can remember clearly how Oswald was with him when he had those little wings, minimal though their interactions were. He remembers Oswald waddling around the house after him, asking him an endless stream of suspicious, accusatory questions: You’re going somewhere? Where are you going? Who are you going to see? What are you going to do with them? What will you do afterwards? When will you be back?

He can’t imagine he was much better with Ed. So he’s already sighing as he steps through the door to Ed's workspace, almost anticipating a headache already.

"What did he do?"