When Ed touched the bed apprehensively, he stared for a moment. He'd heard of soft beds but thought it was an exaggeration. Now, it was his dream to break into a place and sleep in such a bed.

"They are soft..." he said quietly and then turned to her. His expression remained stilled as she described the room and what she did there. Eating on the floor when there was a table sounded weird. But then he liked to just eat wherever so fair enough.

He moved to the shells, still clutching his shoes and glanced at them then watched in surprise when she jumped off the bed. He eyed the glass and nodded. "It does match."

A redness came to his cheeks when she talked about his eyes and he scowled. "That's stupid. Why would a boy want something that matched his eyes??" It was probably ugly anyway, but he peaked over to see.