November 11
11:28 AM
District Court
Lobby #3

Water. It was really all he wanted, but the vending machine was stubborn and unmoving. Miles Edgeworth stared at the collection of soft drinks and candy bars, wondering exactly when they had stopped selling normal drinks and instead stocked things like "Blooz Fizzinator – Watermelon Peach."

Finally he sighed and bought a bottle of iced tea. The machine ate his bill and dropped the bottle heavily. Edgeworth picked it up, tasted it tentatively—ugh, so sweet—but then tipped it back and swigged a large gulp. It couldn't be helped if everybody else chose to ruin their health and tastes with such cheap drinks on a daily basis. This was just a one time thing… At least he was less thirsty now.

His case today was solid, airtight, and quite routine. When he had first received the report, he had been puzzled as to why the murder weapons were a toy train and a fork, but now that all the evidence was laid out… He couldn't lose this case. The thought made the tea taste a little better. A few fliers on a nearby wall caught his attention. "WalkNOW, join our walk to aid children with autism." "Samurai Bros. Ready for Action!" "Please donate--$1 can save a starving child." "Help end poverty today…"

Just then a set of double doors burst open and people began to trickle out. Apparently Courtroom 4 was also holding a recess, and he knew exactly who had been bluffing away in there…

"Hey, Edgeworth!" called Phoenix Wright, looking very flustered and holding a fistful of papers. "You're having a break too?"

"Yes," he replied, capping the bottle. "How's your case so far?"

"Horrible would be putting it lightly. You won't believe how much evidence there is against him."

"Really."

"Yeah, the club had his prints all over it… We already have two witnesses about to testify and I'm sure there will be more later… There were several suspicious items found in the closet… And of course that photograph… Oh yeah. Not to mention that he admits that he did it. I'm pretty much screwed."

"Do you think you can win, Wright?"

"Yes." Phoenix's face hardened. "There's no doubt that my client isn't the killer. I just need to prove it… I'm sure I'll find something. Anyway, what about you?"

Edgeworth snorted. "Heh. All evidence is in my favor. We're just taking a break while the next witness is summoned."

"I see…" Phoenix muttered, then noticed his watch. His eyes went wide. "Oops! 5 minutes are almost up. I gotta get prepared. Mind if I have a drink?"

Rather surprised, he handed over the bottle. Phoenix hastily gulped down the contents of the bottle, his lips sucking greedily at the rim. Edgeworth's eyes widened with disgust at the sight. That was his tea…

"I owe you one," he sighed with satisfaction, handing the bottle back and wiping his mouth. "See you later!" And with that he was gone.

Edgeworth stood dumbfounded for a few moments, then swirled the remaining liquid. There wasn't a lot left. He was about to throw it away, but suddenly the flier about the starving children caught his eye. This tea cost a dollar...

"Wright, you bastard," he growled as he drained the last of the tea, trying not to think about the residue his friend had made. He crumpled the bottle and hurriedly headed back to his courtroom.