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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.

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.

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.

...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... ]

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

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

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. ]

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.

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... ]

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

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