Ed settles up the cab and then joins Oswald at the gate, not hesitating to step back through. It's strange to think that there's a place he dislikes enough to make Duplicity seem welcoming, but since he can't enjoy the benefits of living in Insincerity, visiting to be bombarded with the penalties seems pointless to him.
"Is there anything you fancy for a meal? I can order ingredients on the way to be delivered."
For Oswald, Insincerity is exciting for absolutely zero reasons related to the city itself. The city itself is dull and flavourless, and in that is potential. None of that needed explaining to Ed as far as a business venture is concerned, but as for Insincerity itself? Well, if Ed wants to find his own footing for reconnaissance purposes then he'll do that all on his own.
Feeling a little bold once they step back into the surprising vibrancy of Duplicity, Oswald steps to Ed's side to slide his arm into the crook of the other man's elbow, not simply waiting to be offered it this time.
A straight-forward answer would be the most simple and least challenging, though if Oswald knows anything about Edward Nygma it's that what he truly hungers for are questions and puzzles, and if this is as much about Ed finding his appetite as anything else, Oswald should give him something to think on.
"Something that gives you enjoyment to make. Something you would enjoy watching me try. Something that would never taste as good were it created anywhere else. And it can take as little or as much time as it needs."
Of course, he's only talking about food, but the way he looks at Ed could easily suggest that isn't all he's speaking to.
Ed lets his elbow be taken, somewhat absent because he's already scanning, looking for trouble, for marks, for familiar and unfamiliar things. He can't help it still, hypervigilant against a hostile world.
Oswald's words bring a slow growing smile to his face though, and he nods slowly, thoughtfully. "I'm not going to try and make anything Hungarian or Italian. But... mm, I have some ideas." He pulls out his device and starts texting, putting together an ingredient list.
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Date: 2020-07-01 06:11 am (UTC)"Is there anything you fancy for a meal? I can order ingredients on the way to be delivered."
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Date: 2020-07-01 09:12 am (UTC)Feeling a little bold once they step back into the surprising vibrancy of Duplicity, Oswald steps to Ed's side to slide his arm into the crook of the other man's elbow, not simply waiting to be offered it this time.
A straight-forward answer would be the most simple and least challenging, though if Oswald knows anything about Edward Nygma it's that what he truly hungers for are questions and puzzles, and if this is as much about Ed finding his appetite as anything else, Oswald should give him something to think on.
"Something that gives you enjoyment to make. Something you would enjoy watching me try. Something that would never taste as good were it created anywhere else. And it can take as little or as much time as it needs."
Of course, he's only talking about food, but the way he looks at Ed could easily suggest that isn't all he's speaking to.
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Date: 2020-07-01 10:13 am (UTC)Oswald's words bring a slow growing smile to his face though, and he nods slowly, thoughtfully. "I'm not going to try and make anything Hungarian or Italian. But... mm, I have some ideas." He pulls out his device and starts texting, putting together an ingredient list.