The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

17

Edward doesn't go home. As much as he would love to curl up next to Jacob, he feels as if that's the issue currently. They weren't really having experiences they could build upon that didn't involve illnesses, ex-partners, and dead bodies. So, he stays the night at his own house. As torturous as it is, he sits there, eyes staring up at the ceiling, mind trying to focus on planning. 

What would he cook? What kind of alcohol did Jacob like? What kind of scents did Jacob like? Does he like flowers? 

He wanted to make it special, something just for him because Edward wanted to. 

So, he sits in his recliner for about five hours and somehow comes up with nothing.

He gets dressed on autopilot and heads to work. All of the answers to his problems seem to be there despite all of the trouble that usually comes with it. He walks into the lab, ignoring the surprised looks from Jasper and Emmett, and lays all of his woes on the table with the hopes that they could help.

"I want to make him dinner. Any suggestions?" Edward says as soon as he plops down into his desk chair with no intention of actually working.

"Well, what does he like?" Jasper asks, and Edward can feel a headache beginning just behind his eyes.

He sits staring up at the two for about a good minute before understanding dawns on both of their faces.

"You've never taken him out before." Jasper says with an understanding nod. 

"Well, have you asked Newt what he likes?" Emmett throws out and, just like that, all of the answers to his problems are laid out before him.

Newton's a little late to the break room. He stumbles in looking a bit frazzled, mumbling some form of apology before plopping into his seat.

"Listen, I need help." Edward says immediately, skipping whatever small talk Newton was going to slip in.

"Help?" Newton asks, straightening in his seat as if this were something life or death.

"Yeah, what kind of food does Jacob like? Like, actual food?" He didn't want to make something that Jacob could just wait for Leah to make at home. It had to at least be a little special.

"Food?" Newton looks perplexed by the question. Edward's not sure what the man thought he was going to ask. Considering he probably has already talked with Jacob before Edward could even get to him, it could be anything.

"Like on a date, Newton." He says, not being able to control the way his eyes roll on their own.

"Oh! Uh...He doesn't exactly go on a lot of dates...if any," Newton confesses, "but he likes steak no matter what the occasion is."

That's better than nothing.

"Wine?" Edward tries.

"Hates it. You'd be better off getting him cheap beer." Newton answers, much more sure of himself this time.

"Scent?" Edward asks a bit reluctantly. Jacob didn't seem like the type to take such a thing into account if it wasn't necessary.

"Sweet...like vanilla." Newton says giving a nod.

"Flower?" Edward asks, suddenly sure that he's definitely come to the right source. The only way he'd get better answers is if he went to Quil. Though, considering the state Jacob was in when he'd left, he'd had a feeling the man wasn't available.

"Orchids." Newton says casually. 

"Huh..." Edward says, impressed.

"So, what exactly are you planning?" Newton asks, attempting to be just as casual, but Edward knew better.