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No, he lives like...three doors down from me?

[Ema had set up her living situation to be near lawyers.]

Anyway! Get ready, our stop's coming.

[She kips up and starts towards the door at a hop-skip pace.]

Three... [ And he just picked her up from there... when this person was so close. He didn't realise, for some reason. He figured they were both in the same apartment as her guardians or something.

He doesn't know what he was thinking, actually. Not when he has to stumble after her once the train stops. ]

I was already standing-- [ Though that apparently doesn't help much! ]

[She has no guardians! Ema Skye is untamed!!!!]

That's why you've got to brace yourself! Careful now!

[And off the train they get, a crowd swirling all around as they hit the busy district.]

C'mon! It's just around the way. Don't get swept away now!

[She's pretty adept at navigation, but is he?]

[ Too wild........ How has she not blown herself up with an experiment yet?! ]

I'm not going to fall ov-- [ Ah, spoke too soon as he trips on the ledge on the way out. Normally it's emptier when he's travelling around as he needs less people around to navigate himself properly. ]

Which way?

[Because a lot of them involve mentos and diet coke.]

See. Careful.

[She points to the left and starts off, tugging him by the hand!]

See that big glowing sign that says "Marmaduke's Fine Pasta and Steakery?" That's where we're going.

[It's a pretty big sign, purple, and a bit more subdued than most of the places around here. No wonder Edgeworth liked it so much!]

Race you!

[ Well it's true that it isn't that bad. It could definitely be worse. His hand flails slightly as he tries to keep his balance, thankfully her pulling him along helps. He just notices the sign when she yells that out. ]

Wait--

[ THERE ARE TOO MANY PEOPLE HERE--is what he wants to yell. Instead he makes a slightly panicked noise as she zooms off into the crowd and there's no way he can win this. He tries to slide in between people but it's really just a Mess. ]

[Well, when he does make it through the crowd, he'll find Ema waiting at the door, rocking on her heels.]

You...okay? Dude, did that make you nervous?

[ To be honest he probably looks like he got into a fight on the way here (he didn't, but he definitely ended up span around as he tried to avoid people) ]

...I'm not exactly sure if that's the word I'd use.

Well, catch your breath. I won't run off again.

[She gestures to the door.]

Ready?

[ Don't judge him for not being used to the crazy amount of people here, Ema... Camelot is fairly busy but this is a lot worse. Plus, there are people here with tails that smack you in the legs. ]

Ready. More than ready. [ He reaches for the door and opens it. ] After you.

[And in she goes, marching up to the wait staff.]

I had a reservation for Skye. A table for two.

[At that, the robot nods animatedly and leads them to a table, seating them and putting menus in front of them.]

Now. Order whatever you want. Just tell the server when he arrives, if nobody's taken you to a place like this yet.

[There aren't prices on the menus, either. It's all the same price: Swaggy]

I've only really been to cafes. [ He says once he's seated and ... looking at the menu he has no idea what he's going to pick. There's a lot he wouldn't normally even dream of having. ]

What are you getting?

[ Swaggity swag swag, Ema... ]

Oh...

[Well, she turns her menu around and points to the filet mignon.]

This is what I'm getting, it's not the biggest cut, but it's a nice one.

Then I'll take that too. [ He gives her a smile. ] I trust you to pick something good, after all.

[ She did mention it was pretty good here before, too. Or at least the style was good. ]

Fair enough. As for drinks? I dunno, I was just going to order tea.

[Since wine was right out for her.]

But you get whatever you want.

Tea sounds good. [ He smiles. ] I drink a lot of tea.

[ He really doesn't drink alcohol that often anyway, Ema. Don't worry. ]

I'm really not that fussy.

Alright then!

[She doesn't care. You think Mister Wright really drinks "grape juice" ?

Ema will put in the order for them both when the robot comes by...except...]

You've never had steak before. So, let's say...medium rare.

[ Mister Wright... are you lying to young girls about what you're drinking???

His head definitely tilts when she mentions "medium rare" though, because... it's pretty much cooked as it is in his time. ] There are different versions of it?

It's just how dark it's cooked. Medium rare means it'll be juicier, that's all.

[MORE BLOODY YEAH!]

[ Ema don't be thirsty for blood?! ]

And juicy is good, I suppose? [ It's nice to hear her talk about this though, mostly because newer cuisine is a mystery to him. ]

It is, it's the best part.

[Ema totally is all about the juice. And the blood! Actual cannibal...]

It's where a lot of the flavor is, anyway. Trust me, you'll like it.

I trust you. [ He says it with a smile, with complete honesty. She could tell him to eat sludge at this point and he'd very likely do it -- especially for the right reasons.

That would be a bit gross though, let's be real here. ]

So I'm sure I will. How have you been since... everything, anyway? Not dining out like this all the time, I'm sure.

[And Ema is a pure lady! Not a drop of gross there!]

Oh. I've been alright I guess. Busy getting back into the swing of things, but not too busy. I took some time off from the fingerprinting job, so I'm only doing part time work and school for a few weeks. At least until the new batch of people comes I guess. Scientifically speaking, the evidence points to that being fairly soon.

[ Thankfully! ]

Do you normally go around taking fingerprints from everyone then? [ The big question is why they're needed but... there you go. ] I didn't realise there was a pattern to when new people arrived, either.

Only a couple of days a week. They're for my personal database. And I guess for the Cerealia police. [Gotta build that somehow.]

And you didn't? I mean, it's every month or so. Give or take a few days. But you did just show up.

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