Edgar Allan Poe was in his office, letting his quill pen and long, slender fingers dance around the thick pages, writing his mystery novel away to outsmart Ranpo. He did this for 3 hours, only 30 minutes of a break for his hands and such, until you came inside his office, seeming happy. Edgar notices this, smiling as he looks up at you, sighing as he gets up to greet you. You and him were the "Gomez and Morticia" couple in the Guild, everyone acknowledging this.. amused.