[That's right. Edward totally saved the day -- which almost makes up ever so slightly for the time we do not talk about that he nearly got eaten by a non-zombie boar. It really was not his finest moment, but there's no way at all he's going to mention that particular story to Roy. It's fine if no one else ever finds out, thank you.

For now Edward is trying to make sure he keeps up enough concentration to hold the force field that he's thrown up.

He can't quite help the pleased little smirk at that very familiar tone.

But all right. Down to business is it? Edward will abandon being a brat for now.]

Less than a month, but Al's been here longer than that. [But Al came here from Edward's future? It's all very twisted up.]

...and that. Tch. People here will tell you it's magic, [He manages to say the word like it tastes so bitter he's about to choke on it,] but that's bullshit. Whatever it is, everyone who arrives gets stuck with some new ability by the witch that runs this place.

[A gesture at the seemingly empty air, that Edward walks up and presses a hand against, leaning into it.] This is mine.

[A glance at the boar.] And that is a gross looking murder pig.