[All he'd wanted was some food this morning. Just some breakfast. Is that so wrong? As soon as he enters the dining hall, however, the prosecutor just has to stop and stare. What in the hell...?]
[It won't be long until he wanders closer to Phoenix, grumpy, irritated, and side-eying the man. Heaven help him, if he throws any cake in Edgeworth's direction, it'll be the last thing he remembers.]