"Less flirting, more fetching!" Wendy yells at his retreating back, which is either absentminded frustration having her not think over her words too carefully... or an entirely pointed jab. Who can tell! Wendy. Wendy could tell. But she's busy repairing clothes.

Hopefully that doesn't distract Edge too much. There's already enough bad luck wound up through the preparations that might distract him as it is.