Could even call us co-conspirators. And, and, we're cracking the case. Call us co-cracking the case-ers. That's- [He holds a hand up between them to count with his fingers, now fully in a bubble where this is his and Stede's private roller rink.] Four, already. Gotta be on the way to a new record, surely.

[flirting!!!!! Ed waves off the hiss, making a little 'eh' sound. It's in the past. No big deal. N-]

Huh. Cool. You clean that out properly? Does it need stitches? You know if you cut it in the wrong place, you can fuck up a nerve.

[He grabs gently at Stede's wrist to get a proper look at their apparently matching wounds, which would be super romantic if they didn't already have matching scars- which definitely throws off their balance, but Ed realises his mistake too late, when his skates are already starting to slip out from under him.]