His eyebrows raise in a genuine display of surprise, as Edward was on the cusp of sorting this man into the Local category. It's an extra beat to adjust for this before he nods. Slowly once, thrice rapidly.

"Yes! Yes. I'd love that, I've been so busy, with—" Picking skull fragments out of his carpet, sizing up his unwilling foster family, wishing he had his goddamned cell phone... "Christmas coming up, I really haven't had a minute to myself. For any hobbies." He can pass as an automotive buff, can't he? Who could correct him? He stands taller, tips his glass toward the door.

"Is it, ah, did you drive it here?"