Excellent.

They can sit back, enjoy warm tea and each other, and watch people compete to 'win' with a bunch of fancy foods.

What's not to love?

How about a holiday cooking show?

The first snows of the season are arriving.

Best put on a good holiday show too.

Not the Samurai again though-

Now now. The warm blanket must include an Edgeworth with it.

As per the usual, prosecute the criminals that he ends up catching.

And have some tea waiting~

ahem--

"Well...Thank you, I suppose-"

"Actually, yeah, there is one thing."

Looking through something in his book.

"Can you head to my place? Letter on the top of the cabinet, it's from whoever hired me."

"Soon as I figure out what's going on."

Already going back to his notes, sighing as he looked the pages over.

"Probably just people who don't want to come to terms with natural death, but I'd be a bad detective if I didn't hear everyone out."

"Wish I was home, instead of in this miserable place."

A heavy sigh.

"Too many rich people and uptight attitudes."

"Hello? Edgeworth!"

The detective's voice, focused and alert.

It's difficult to find him. Sometimes he's there and able to constantly provide attention.

Sometimes he gets called on a special case.

There might be a phone call waiting.

"Always am. How bad could it be?"

"I mean it. It isn't often that I get someone being properly honest with me. Most tend to hide the most important facts. The difficult ones."

Alright, he's ready. Just a moment to stretch.

"Let's go see what's going on."

"Sadistic."

Take the gun. Might be necessary.

"If I can avoid it, I won't try to hurt them back. Thank you for being honest."

"....hmm."

A small hum. Almost half tuning out Rambley as he gathers various items he's going to need.

"Aggressive how?"

"Functionality isn't what matters if the place is--

Wait, shut down but still around?"

Now he's eager to investigate.

"Something else going on there?"