Edward walked through the halls of the mansion. For the occasion, he was wearing a black suit and shirt with a red tie. He was still carrying his chrome suitcase, though. The dull clomp-clomp of his boots rang out in the hallway. He was, in fact, lost.
Seeing a door, he tried to open it, but found it was locked. He thought for a moment. Then, kneeling down on one leg, he slowly began to open his suitcase.
"No sir!"
His hands paused mid-unbuckle.
"Sir, you must be lost, guests are forbidden access to this part of the mansion," said a butler hurriedly.
Edward turned to face him. The butler must've known who he was and, therefore, he must have a vague idea of what's in the suitcase. People didn't sweat like that for no reason.
Edward buckled up the suitcase. "Yes, I am lost. Could you escort me to the main hall?"
When Edward eventually arrived at the main hall, he sat down at the table with his suitcase on his lap, his face a mask of polite attentiveness. After a while, he started to eat something from his pocket.