Trucy grins. "Aww. I know I am! Especially when..."

She holds the deck of cards up and spreads through them to show that every card other than the one he picked was the seven of diamonds.

"Okaaay."

Turning the deck around in her hands.

"Sooooo just tell me when to stop, and that'll be your card..."

"I wrote a little prediction on the note. You can go ahead and tell me if I got it right!"

On the note it says: 'I predict that your card WASN'T the seven of diamonds!'

"That one's *perfect*!"

Scooping up the whole pack so that his one's on top, and then she turns it over. "Okay, the five of hearts! Can you hold your finger and thumb out? Like you're gonna pinch a card?"

She carefully turns it back over face down and slides it out for him.

"Good eye! Alright! Watch this."

She takes her hands, rubbing them together... She covers her left with her right, then her right with her left, balling the left up into a fist. Her right reaches in, pulling out a yellow handkerchief. And then a blue one. And then a red one. And then a pink one!

Hey! You're pretty good at that! Can I have them back please? I'll just spread them out like this and then you can have any one you like.

Luckily, it's not the seven of diamonds!

"Please tell me it wasn't the seven of diamonds! Oh! But keep it a secret. Check your pocket, I wrote you a little note."

Let's see here..... Alright! Pick any card you want. So long as it's not the seven of diamonds, of course. But go on. I'm sure you won't get it. Go on, here. Any card. But not the seven.

I hope you're sitting comfortably, Daddy! Go on and pick any card. Any one you'd like!

Alright? One, two, three coins in my hands. How many coins?

She presents him with the blue pawn the same way Phoenix Wright would present evidence. "Take this? The hair is spot on. And you had this commissioned a real long time ago!"

A little grin! And then she takes hold of one of the blue pawns. She is really careful, admiring the spiky hair.

"You REALLY liked Daddy, didn't you?" she says with a giggle.

She looks about his office. There's the chess set, which seems to have her brightening up. "Can I still play with these?"

Breezing inside. "... Are you mad at me? Would he be mad at me?"

Trucy swallows. Oh.

Keeping her gaze firmly on her feet, voice muted and guilty, "Sorry, Uncle Edgeworth."

... Trucy pouts, ducking her head. "He didn't even notice... And 'sides, I heard a cardboard badge was alright in the past."

She opens up her previously empty fist to reveal Phoenix Wright's attorney's badge, a guilty expression on her face.

"Hmm? Oh, he doesn't know I've got it. I pinned a gold bottle cap onto his suit instead."

"I'll show you! I'll make Daddy's attorney's badge zip between them."

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