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[prosecutory]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth.

I cannot accommodate you at the moment, but please leave a message and I will respond as soon as possible. 

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[prosecutory]

Yes, Maya? What is this about?

[feytality]

You, me, and a cup of tea, stat!

[maya calm down]

[prosecutory]

...All right, [This just got weirder. Wouldn't Maya normally want to talk over burgers, or any fast-food joint? Somehow, he can see her dragging Phoenix or some other poor unfortunate soul to such a joint... Anyway.] is this truly so urgent?

[feytality]

It's mega-super important!

And I really want some tea right now, anyway.

[is this the true reason she's calling him out? Who knows]

[prosecutory]

I'll give you directions to my favorite cafe. Where are you right now?

[Who knows, indeed. He'll find out eventually, though.]

[feytality]

[Your treat]

I'm at home! C'mon, let's get this show on the road!

[and she's prett worked up, apparently]

[prosecutory]

[He gives her directions from the apartments to the café, his I'm-going-to-pay-for-everything-aren't-I senses tingling like mad.]

Very well. I'll see you there.

[He hangs up with that message, although he does make haste to get a table for them at said café, just near the door so Maya need not miss him.]

[feytality]

[Edgeworth has already learned to accept his fate. What a good Edgeworth.]

[Anyway, she shows up pretty promptly, huffing a little because she evidently made haste to get here. But as important as discussing crau shenanigans are.....]

[Food is more important. She waves when she sees him, making a beeline]

Mr. Edgeworth! Hey!

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth looks up. That didn't take long...but wow, she looked like she hurried over.]

Ah, there you are, Maya. Have a seat. [He gestures to the empty seat directly in front of him, and once she is seated, he'll gesture for a waiter to bring them the menus.

Uh-oh.]

[feytality]

[Uh oh indeed. Even if she came out here with a purpose..... that won't stop her from filling the black hole known as her stomach.]

[She's momentarily distracted by the menu]

Wow, these pictures all look so great...!

[prosecutory]

[He looks up from the menu in his hands.]

And they taste better than they look, I assure you.

[Maybe he shouldn't have said that, but he just really likes this cafe that much.] Let me know when you're ready to order.

[feytality]

[He really shouldn't have, she's practically drooling]

I can order anything, right?

[Edgeworth don't fall into this trap]

[prosecutory]

A drink and a pastry of your choice.

[He and his wallet should tread carefully, this is Maya territory. So Edgeworth decides to set a limit. At least even the most expensive items here are still within his price range...as long as he only gets one of each.]