[ This human novice's pulse is really racing, isn't it? Edward can practically see the throb of it there in his neck. His cat-like smile doesn't flicker. ]

Independent study? In your first season? So industrious.

[ Edward can smell the jellybeans, too. He remembers the taste of sugar. Misses the fuck out of it. He inhales deeply, entirely for effect; his eyes narrow and his head tilts just so. ]

Quick question. What part of tripping innocent passers-by do you think counts as revelry?