"Get it!" You had squealed when a spider had scuttled out from under the sofa beneath you, marching across the carpet like it paid rent.

With how your voice had trilled, Edward startled out of his armchair, the newspaper he was reading fluttering limply to the floor. But when he spies the creepy crawly on its little crusade over the lounge rug, his brow furrows. The tension leaving his shoulders when he realises there's no immanent threat, not a life threatening one at least.

"Really? That's all?" He grumbles softly as he stoops down to collect the creature before someone treads on it by mistake. "You can't scream bloody murder every time something with more than four legs walks into your vicinity." Edward shifts towards one of the large windows and shakes the fearsome beast out with a shake of his hand before he turns, facing you with an unimpressed expression.