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[ A visible cringe follows that, but... at least she's laughing?! ]

Someone really needs to make a guide on how this is supposed to work.

Well yes! But you also have to figure out what works for you.

[She's no fashionista, but Lana taught her a few things!]

I think earthy colors would do you best.

I tried that... [ A sigh. ] But apparently that isn't good enough.

Not that I told that against the person who... helped. Just, uh... [ He shrugs. ] Times change. ...Right?

So... shall we?

Times do change, yes. Next time? Let me help you.

[Whoever dressed this boy...wow...it's like he walked out of the 90s.]

and yes! I think so. [And she very gallantly offers her arm. The consummate science-escort!]

Next time may be in quite a while... I'm not sure I can live through another day like that.

[ the 90s... Ema please. Vietnam tried to make him into a kpop star even if that's pretty much impossible. ]

Then let's go. [ He moves his arm so she can hook hers through, whether this is the way she meant or not... it's the style he's more used to. ] Did you get directions?

[She hooks, completely okay with this situation, and jauntily starts off down the street. She doesn't even have the SCIENCE BAG this time. Aren't you lucky Merlin?]

Yep! It's about a five minute walk from the train station. Maybe less. But we've gotta go to the entertainment district.

You're okay with trains now, right?

[ The science bag wouldn't have been an issue, but considering he's picking her up and will ensure she gets back safely no matter what--she shouldn't need it. ]

I'm okay with trains. [ He laughs. ] I kept using them in the first week to get used to them. Much better than riding a horse, anyway. Though I suppose I could do that if I really wanted to.

[ Why did I add a horse to his inventory... ]

That's good. Smart, too. Better to face your fear.

[She will not quote Dune at him. Pointedly resisting the urge.]

I bet you ride horses a lot though, yes? Like, that and carts are the only transportation in Camelot, aren't they?

[She's curious about how the other times live. TELL HER YOUR WAYS]

I wouldn't call it a fear. But better to sate my curiosity and get used to something foreign, definitely.

And we had carriages of a kind, too. Though it was mostly for um... royalty? Mostly we just travel on horseback, especially when I'm with Arthur and the knights.

Do you travel with them a lot, then? For knight business and stuff.

[She can't imagine him as a knight, he's too noodle-y.]

Where ever Arthur goes, I follow. [ He says it slowly. ] It's not like I have a choice.

[ Well he isn't a knight. He isn't even given a sword most of the time. Thanks guys. ]

As...what? An adviser?

[What is your official capacity? What...is your quest!]

Not really. [ He frowns. ] I don't think I'll ever be considered that. Mostly I'm just there to talk Arthur down I think.

[ ... ] I have to tend to the horses and make dinner, collect firewood. It's really not as glamorous as people keep thinking.

Oh! So...sort of like a squire, only...without the training.

[She understand that. It's what Gumshoe does, after all. Sort of.

Oh look, they're at the train station too! Ema buys tickets and shuffles onto the next train.]

Trust me, by this point I have plenty of experience.

[ It's tiring and hardly fun. He's had to face too many bandits unarmed at this point. He protests a little when she buys the tickets, but then remembers he only has points he's taken from emergency work. He ends up thanking her as they step onto the next train, apologising again then points to a lone seat for her to use. ]

[How gallant! Ema does take it, sitting and beaming up at him.]

Such a gentleman! But that means that on the way back you have to sit.

[ He reaches for the above his head, leaning into it. ]

I really don't need to. Besides, you dressed up didn't you? I wouldn't want anyone to get the idea that they can do anything weird while you're standing up on here.

[ What kind of idea does he have of modern people?!? ]

Just relax.

[She blinks, confused by the statement, but grateful all the same.]

Ah...I don't think that'll happen. But thank you. That's really sweet.

[A laugh.]

The kind of thing Mister Edgeworth would say.

Oh, I really don't know about that. [ He pulls a face. ] Not to say they're all like that, but I've definitely seen some of them do it.

[ Though you didn't........ just say that. ]

Even if I sorted things with him now I don't want that kind of comparison held against me. [ He laughs. ] We're just both concerned about you, I suppose.

...Really? What the heck. Where did you even...?

[See that? That's weird.

But hey, she giggles happily.]

I won't ever hold being like him against anyone. He's really important to me, you know. Probably the second most important person after Lana. I've known him for years, and he's always taken care of me when I needed it.

[ One hand drops and he ... coughs. ] Work.

[ He doesn't say any more than that mind you, and instead focuses on the second part of where their conversation went to. ] He seems to genuinely care, but I can't imagine being that grumpy all the time.

[She...probably doesn't want to know.]

Well he isn't, all the time. He's just very serious, that's all. And opinionated.

[ She doesn't.....

Though he doesn't know if they'll ever see eye-to-eye on this. ]

...Most of the time then. [ Is what he mumbles back, though his heart isn't really in it either. ] Sorry. I just don't think I'll ever get used to him.

[She chuckles and shakes her head.]

Mister Wright is probably more your speed. Have you met him yet?

I haven't, no. I'm sure it'll happen one day. There aren't that many of us here, and it isn't as though he's at the other end of the Kingdom, right?

[ Well, he isn't wrong. ]

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