[Edgeworth reaches out to pluck a tomato from the plant, and passes that to Ema. A second tomato is handed to Merlin, and only then does Edgeworth finally take one for himself, biting into the vegetable fruit slowly. He's tempted to wolf it down, but...no. Bad manners, and it's best that he doesn't rush it.]
[Ema takes it and goes into her bag for a small knife, cutting a few slivers out and eating them off the end of the blade. It makes her feel cool, don't you dare judge her.]
[ Honestly he's more concerned that Ema is putting a knife that sharp so close to her mouth, he even looks towards Edgeworth as if to ask is this even normal? (is anything normal in Edgeworth and Ema's world? probably not). ]
Don't mention it. [ He shifts to lean back again, not eating just yet as he rolls his tomato over in his hands. ] I can't keep doing it though, the ground he isn't the right condition and the entire area feels like it has a block on it.
[He nods toward Merlin; well, it can't be helped if this is all they can have for now. Then Edgeworth just watches Ema eat off the blade of the knife. He won't judge, but...he turns toward her.]
Be careful with that knife, Ema.
[Whoa, what a lucky break, she was able to have a knife with her.]
[Edgeworth tilts his head toward Ema, and looks at Merlin. Making that water and growing those tomatoes must have been very hard work, especially since Merlin did mention that the ground was not the best place for that sort of thing.]
[ It's so strange to hear Edgeworth say it, especially after he annoyed him over his dog. Instead he just draws his knees up to rest his arms there, looking up at the cracked ceiling. It isn't even complete anymore, but it's... something. ]
ISN'T IT GLORIOUS
[Edgeworth reaches out to pluck a tomato from the plant, and passes that to Ema. A second tomato is handed to Merlin, and only then does Edgeworth finally take one for himself, biting into the
vegetablefruit slowly. He's tempted to wolf it down, but...no. Bad manners, and it's best that he doesn't rush it.]Noooo ONE prosecutes like Edgeworth...
[Ema takes it and goes into her bag for a small knife, cutting a few slivers out and eating them off the end of the blade. It makes her feel cool, don't you dare judge her.]
That's pretty amazing.
i'm crying
Don't mention it. [ He shifts to lean back again, not eating just yet as he rolls his tomato over in his hands. ] I can't keep doing it though, the ground he isn't the right condition and the entire area feels like it has a block on it.
This should be enough for now.
PRESENTS EVIDENCE LIKE EDGEWORTH
Be careful with that knife, Ema.
[Whoa, what a lucky break, she was able to have a knife with her.]
PULLS OFF A CRAVAT LIKE EDGEWORTH
It's just my Swiss army knife. Not sharp, don't worry.
[She's careful, geez. Judging her like that for her badass pirate woodsman impression.]
You've been getting enough rest, right Merlin?
ACTS LIKE AN OLD MAN LIKE EDGEWORTH
It's still sharp enough to be problematic.
[ His head rolls to the side to look at her, and he definitely looks suspicious of where this is going. ]
Are you trying to tell me to sleep?
MY WHAT A GUY THAT EDGEWORTH
[Edgeworth tilts his head toward Ema, and looks at Merlin. Making that water and growing those tomatoes must have been very hard work, especially since Merlin did mention that the ground was not the best place for that sort of thing.]
You've done enough for now.
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[Settling in, she nods to Edgeworth in complete agreement.]
We'll watch out for you for a bit, so just relax.
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I feel too wound up to sleep.
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He tries to peer outside the old house from his position.]
Then rest; perhaps you'll change your mind after a while.