012 [Voice]

[tackysunglasses]

Uh, hey, Frill- no, um... Edgeworth?

What's your favourite flavour?

[You can hear the sound of something metallic clattering against something else. And was that an egg being cracked?]

Comments

[edgeworthless]

Flavour of... what, exactly?

[Extremely cautious Edgeworth is a go.]

[tackysunglasses]

Uh, fruits? Or maybe chocolate, maybe a mix... stuff like that! I'm makin' ya somethin'.

[He doesn't sound suspicious.]

[edgeworthless]

Er... well, I am quite fond of fruit tarts lightly drizzled in dark chocolate... May I ask what the occasion is?

[Hey, you can't blame the guy. Half the times they've seen each other, Edge's life has gone on the line.]

[Voice]

[tackysunglasses]

[Sheesh, this guy had such fancy tastes.] ... right, okay.

Dunno if I can get my hands on any fresh fruits in this place, though, so bear with me.

[Oh, let's let bygones be bygones, right~?]