Communication is the wellspring from which all other things progress. But the act of communication is often misinterpreted. Sometimes it is perceived as an attack, other times as a defense. Sometimes communication is invisible and as a result passes unnoticed, and sometimes it is so wrapped in bombast and excess that it fails in its purpose. And meaning — ah, there is a greased pig of a different colour. Meaning can weave itself in and around communication like a fine Egyptian cotton, becoming so much a part of the the thing yet completely indistinguishable as a component.
And at the core of it all, Edward didn’t just want to talk to the beaver. He had to know what the current situation meant and needed to decided what he was going to do about it. And that need must start with a dialogue like the one just interrupted.