[Edna's absolutely not playing around today. Her expression is hardened; though she maintains a cool composure when she speaks.]

...what? Me?

[If you so much as look like you want to implicate her, she'll scowl. Enough to make the small girl look dangerous. Like she might snap you in half. But she answers coolly enough as long as you don't press her.]

I was doing the things I usually do-- checking the garden, drawing... I ate at the restaurant. Nothing special.