Edward immediately makes a disgusted face and shakes his head. "You're just barely older than my daughter!" he says. "Barely."

The thread—loosens, slightly, on the word "daughter". Edward blinks down at it, then holds up his wrist, peering closer at the string. "Well, it ain't red," he says, "just pink and white. Don't suppose those romance mangas," he pronounces the word slowly, man-gas, "had anything to say on the subject on strings of other colors, hm?"