[ He's awake for this particular broadcast, and while he shouldn't be surprised (Edgeworth did mention that Maya was here, after all), he still pauses at the sure blast from the past. He listens to her ramble about classes, but it's nostalgia that's hitting him more than the levity of the words themselves. For a moment, he's sitting in silence, eying the doorway that leads to the bedroom. Edgeworth is sleeping off the remainder of his hectic day (if he's smart, he is, anyway) and while he's not afraid of what wrath he might incur, he's going to be courteous enough to keep the noise to a minimum.
The feed flicks on. Dark, blue eyes, a spatter of stubble, and flecks of black hair greet the girl. There's a tilt of a crooked (quite distinctive) brow ]
A bowl for each stomach, eh?
You probably ought to consider trying to swim up the waterfall after all that, not slouching under it.