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[usefulanalysis]

Hello, you've reached Ema Skye! Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Have a nice day.

Comments

[sortileges]

Should... we actually be trusting the Cerealia police with that kind of information?

[ Well... from what he's read about police. He also doesn't know if they're alien based or if people like them runs it. ]

No one really mentioned it.

[usefulanalysis]

Well, that's why I'm taking notes myself. And the police still only arrest people who do bad things. CERES has our prints and can track us other ways, I'm sure.

[She's pretty unconcerned really.]

Oh, and I guess that may be because you're new. I mean, it's not like it's a big deal. But there will probably be people coming in soon.

[sortileges]

...You're probably right about that. [ Then again he's still getting to grips with having a police force. He's used to the knights handling everything. ]

How soon is soon?

[ How long before he has to worry about things going haywire... ]

[usefulanalysis]

I'm not sure, exactly. Within a couple of weeks.

[That's about all she's got.]

[sortileges]

I guess that's still soon when it comes to this place.

...When did you get here? [ Because even he did ask, he can't remember after everything that's gone down in the weeks he's been here. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Oh. A month before you. You were my first cycle of new residents, but Mister Wright explained a few things to me about them, when I arrived.

[sortileges]

You seemed pretty settled for someone who hadn't been here that long either. I presume that's partly because of Mister Wright helping you so much?

[ Mister Wrist is so awkward to say... but he has no idea what else to call him... ]

[usefulanalysis]

Yep. And Mister Edgeworth too! They've been a big help.

[sortileges]

[ Though he's pretty sure he's said that before, now that she says that. So he tries to think of something else to talk about. Eventually, he does with: ]

What's your favourite place here?

[usefulanalysis]

Mine?

[She stops and taps her chin, thinking about that pretty hard. That's a really good question!]

I think it's ViViD, actually. Once you know what games aren't crazy, it's pretty fun. What about you?

[sortileges]

[ He didn't expect that, though with Ema's thirst for knowledge it probably makes sense. Especially as some seem to test your knowledge too. ]

Is it strange to say the supermarket?

[ ...Probably. Though despite Rapunzel being a weirdo at times, he has to agree with her that it's very easy to get lost in there when you aren't used to all the variety it has. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Nope! That's not strange at all!

[A waiter comes and takes their orders, since that hasn't happened yet...and Ema turns back to him a moment later.]

I like the supermarket. It was always something Lana and I would do together, and with how busy she could be, sometimes it was the only time I got to spend with her alone.

[sortileges]

[ He lets her handle it all when it comes to the order, watching in fascination as she chats away. ]

It's just... there's so much variety now. There's so much I can try here, and it just never gets old.

[usefulanalysis]

Oh, I know right? It's the same for me, since there are so many things from different worlds, and times. I mean the other day I had meat that was green!

[sortileges]

[ Okay Ema that's a little weird??? ]

There's actually green meat? [ He sounds as surprised as he looks, as well as a little disgusted because that doesn't sound healthy at all. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Oh yeah! It was like...from some alien or something. I saw a picture of it. It sort of looked like a cow, but it was green. Normally green, not like irradiated green.

[Ema Marie Curie is a few thousand years after his time...]

It tasted like chicken.

[sortileges]

It really tasted like chicken?! [ His voice definitely raises at that, just so surprised something that could be real. ] And you didn't get sick or anying?

[usefulanalysis]

Tasted just like chicken. Roasted and everything! And no, do I look sick?

[sortileges]

Well not right now, you don't. Who's to say it didn't give you a 24 hour bug of some kind? [ Though he definitely trusts her judgement on food and drink, she's been right so far. ]

Did it have a name?

[usefulanalysis]

Well, I'll let you know if I feel weird.

[She won't.]

And no, it didn't. The stuff was called Lar-Massat, but I don't know what that means in alien-talk.

[sortileges]

[ Ema???????? ]

Hopefully nothing too unusual. Though in the meantime... we have something--normal? This is normal right?--to try.

[usefulanalysis]

This is absolutely normal. It's just beef, and the cuts of it we got are fine ones.

[She wouldn't give him green steak, okay?]

[sortileges]

[ It's fine, he'd try anything she put in front of him at this point. ]

I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.

[usefulanalysis]

Speaking of...

[The steaks are beginning to arrive, two decent sized portions just laid out on the table for them, along with the drinks.]

Smells great, doesn't it?

[sortileges]

Oh. [ He practically groans that one when he starts to smell the meat, leaning to try and peer at the plates. It's literally like finally being invited to sit down at the tables when there's a feast, at least it probably looks like it with how he's biting his lip and how his stomach rumbles once the plate is on the table. ]

It smells wonderful. Do we just... tuck in? [ CAN HE EAT.... ]