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[thewrightidea]

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[turnaboutson]

[When Phoenix comes to visit, Miles is cooking, or doing his best to. He's no great chef, but he can take care of himself. Since he's a nephilim and can't sleep, any time he decides is breakfast time, so he's making himself a simple ham and cheese omelet, and quite uncharacteristically singing to himself while he does so, not even noticing:]

Goodnight, my someone, goodnight, my love
Sleep tight, my someone, sleep tight, my love
Our star is shining its brightest light
For goodnight, my love, for goodnight...

[thewrightidea]

[Phoenix would rather visit Edgeworth on his own terms than summon him. That would be pretty rude unless it was an emergency, so of course he heads to the address listed on the note.

While at first he is surprised to hear Edgeworth singing, he soon realizes that everyone has been singing lately, and Edgeworth is no exception.]

Hey Edgeworth!

[He knocks and more or less lets himself in. He's not feeling compelled to sing yet, but soon... soon. But he immediately smells the concoction on the stove.]

What are you cooking?

[turnaboutson]

[Oh, shit! He'd been singing! He desperately hoped Phoenix hadn't noticed the words.]

I'm making an omelet, [he says.] Would you like one? It's not strictly breakfast time, but...

[thewrightidea]

An omelet? [He shrugs.]

Sure, that sounds good. What's in it?

[Fortunately Phoenix hadn't noticed the words much. He had more or less heard that Edgeworth was just singing, period.

But he does imagine Edgeworth to be a good cook. He's just good at everything he does, it seems. Fashionable, proper, wealthy... Of course decent cooking skills would be on that list.]

[turnaboutson]

Just ham and cheese. I'm not feeling particularly fancy today. I'll make you one.

[He cracks another egg into the frying pan.]

I apologize for how...abrupt my departure was, [he says.] I at least left more than a cryptic note this time.

[thewrightidea]

Thanks!

[He almost makes a comment about how Maya would probably be all over these omelets, but... he decides against it, especially with the recent circumstances. His smile fades.]

It's... okay. I'm glad you told me where you were going, at least. It isn't that far for me to get here.

[turnaboutson]

And of course, you have my sigil. Draw that and I'll come running, so to speak.

[He looks up from his cooking, glancing at Phoenix with his extra eyes while his original ones still keep an eye on the food.]

I didn't want to go too far away. But I just couldn't stay there anymore. Not for now, at least.

Besides, [Edgeworth says, deflecting with a small smile,] it cuts my commute down.

[thewrightidea]

O-oh yeah, of course I have that. I just... Didn't want to accidentally summon you while you were in the shower or something.

[He laughs awkwardly, imagining at first a rather comedic scenario and then his thoughts drifting to the fact that Edgeworth would be naked. That would be really awkward.

Still, he understands at least in part why Edgeworth had to leave. The two of them, despite having similar goals, have different ways of approaching things. He nods.]

I understand. You do what's best for you. Besides, it'll get me out of Merrain more often!