Where is my coffee?" Gabriel asked the butler with a glare sharp enough to curdle cream and frighten nobility.
Edward, unbothered as ever, closed the folder he'd been analyzing with a deliberate thud that echoed off the chamber walls. "There is no coffee until noon. The healers recommend you wait until then. In case… of side effects."
Gabriel blinked. "Side effects?"
"Ether fluctuations. Irritability. Heart palpitations." Edward raised an eyebrow. "You, more irritable than usual, would be... catastrophic."
"Catastrophic…" Gabriel repeated the word with a gleam in his eyes that made everyone shiver. "It would be catastrophic if your precious dining set were to shatter by accident."
Edward didn't flinch. "Then we'd finally have room for something tasteful."