Well we are the ones playin' host to you. [an easy agreement with Edgeworth, only marred by the knot of tension between his shoulders. He hesitates a moment, then goes to get a can of wet dog food. Either Edgeworth will take over pouring the wine or Lucifer will swoop in and do it - either way, it's probably better he's not between them when it happens.
At least Gizmo finally found the courage to check Lucifer out. The cautious pomeranian sniffs his pant leg before the sound of the can opener distracts her]
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At least Gizmo finally found the courage to check Lucifer out. The cautious pomeranian sniffs his pant leg before the sound of the can opener distracts her]