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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.

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[usefulanalysis]

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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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.

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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?

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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.

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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?