I hope an Eddie looks pretty okay.

(He would say 'cool' if he wasn't so positive that he was very much not-cool. Lord though if he knew she thought that about Edwards! The only taste for blood Eddie had ever had was one for cheeseburgers and hotdogs. As for being an Adonis...

Well that's a laugh.)

All right...Looks pretty legit, I'll give you that. (He says it with a dramatic-suspicious voice in tact, squinting with "skepticism" at the stand, rubbing at his chin for effect.

Eddie looks down at the food once he gets his own helping. The pancake was unexpected. He pokes the center of it, taking a bit of personal pleasure in how soft it was. He gets up onto his knees on the bench and first takes a bite of the pancake, mostly because it was stranger to him. It...tasted almost like chocolate. Almost.

Then a bite of the not-ice cream.

It only takes three seconds for his face to split into a grin and his eyes to practically glow.)

Oh, yeah! That's- wow. That's really good. Oh no. I'm gonna eat all they have in that stand. Wow.

(He digs in for a bigger bite this time.)

....It's definitely a little fruity.