Franziska sat at the table, arms crossed. "Miles Edgeworth," she said, her voice showing clear signs of anger. "What is…she doing here?"

Edgeworth shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Lana walked toward their table. "Detective Skye requested to eat with us."

"So? She's just a detective! What do you care?"

"She's not just a detective. She's second only to the Chief of Police."

"…Psh." Franziska looked away from her brother. "You shouldn't need to care about such riffraff."

"Franziska-!" Edgeworth almost began to argue with her in indignation, but he restrained himself. Skye has a plan…I'm sure she knows what she's doing…hopefully…

"Good evening, Miles. Franziska." Lana nodded down at both of them. "May I sit?"

With his customary polite bow, Edgeworth pulled out a chair. "Of course."

As Lana sat down, she looked at Edgworth. "Mr. Edgeworth, would you like to wash up before we order something?"

"I washed my hands before coming here—"

"Really?" Lana gave him a meaningful look. "Because I think it would be a really good idea if you went and washed up."

Edgeworth, picking up on the signal, gave her a curt nod and got up to leave. As he walked to the other side of the restaurant, he made a quick backward glance toward their table. Lana winked.

Five minutes, she mouthed.

Lana and Franziska sat at the table in a heavy silence, only punctured by Franziska's occasional shift into a position where she could look even more arrogant and irritated.

"So, Franziska von Karma," Lana said, smiling, resting her chin on her hands. "You must want to be a prosecutor when you're older, don't you?"

"Ha! I already am a prosecutor!"

"Really, now!"

"Yes." Franziska glowed in her pride. "I passed the exam last weekend."

"That's quite impressive, for someone your age."

Smirking, Franziska gave Lana a condescending look. "Hmph. I suppose that shows just how much you know about the von Karmas. We strive for nothing but—"

"Perfection," Lana completed her sentence quietly. "Don't worry, I'm well aware."

The heavy silence returned. Then, after a few moments…

"Detective Skye?"

"Yes, Miss von Karma?"

"…What are you to Miles Edgeworth?"

Lana looked at the thirteen-year-old in surprise. "Me? I just work in the police department. Since the police and prosecutors must work together a lot of times…"

"I know that!" Franziska snapped. "But…" she leaned forward intently. "Why do you call him 'Miles'? Furthermore, why does he let you?"

"Oh? Does he not let you call him that, Miss von Karma?"

"Of course he does! He's my little brother!" Franziska seethed. "And don't ask me questions when you haven't answered mine."

Sighing melodramatically, Lana rested her hands on the table. "To answer your question, I prefer to call my coworkers by their first names. Is that really such a crime? " She smiled. "Surely you cannot prosecute anyone for it?"

"Well…no. But," Franziska stared at Lana suspiciously. "Are you and my brother…close?"

Surprised, Lana's eyes widened momentarily. So…she's simply…jealous? But then, she closed them in understanding.

Franziska continued to scrutinize Lana, searching her face for any sign of weakness or flaw. "…Well?"

"Franziska." Lana clasped a hand around Franziska's. "I am not trying to steal your brother from you. We're just friends. Perhaps he lets me call him 'Miles' simply because I'm closer to the top of the corporate food chain, or maybe it's because I'm the only one who cared enough to do so."

"So…you two aren't…" Franziska left the end of her statement hanging, simply giving Lana "that" look. Lana laughed.

"Goodness, no!" she said, smiling. "We're just friends. Or, I'd like to think so." Then without looking up, she continued, "Isn't that right, Miles?"

Edgeworth stood behind her, surprised that she knew he was there. Regardless, he sat down. "Yes, that is correct."

Put at ease by these words, Franziska leaned back in her seat. "Good. I wouldn't want my little brother marrying an American dummkopf."

"Wha- Franziska, that's what you were thinking?" Edgeworth's face reddened. Lana laughed again.

"No, Franziska. Mr. Edgeworth here would never marry a dummkopf. " With a glint of amusement in her eye, she stood up to leave. "Anyway, I must be going. I have work to continue. I wish you two a nice evening." With that, Lana departed.

Edgeworth rubbed his temples. "Franziska, could you please try not to singlehandedly ruin the relationship between the Prosecutor's Office and the Police?"

Franziska smirked. "I was simply doing some investigating, Miles Edge-…Miles."

Edgeworth looked over at his 'sister'; for an instant, she looked her age—the vulnerable, uncertain young girl she was.

After the waiter took their orders, Edgeworth glanced over at Franziska. "Franziska." He stared at her intently. "Do you really want to know why I allow Detective Skye to address me by my first name?"

"…Yes."

"It's because she has the most initiative and drive that I have ever seen in a detective." Edgeworth folded his arms, speaking matter-of-factly. "She went to law school to become a prosecutor, but has become a detective just to get more experience in the field." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if itching to smile. "Her passion for law is quite admirable. And for that, I…"

"…You respect her? Is that what you were going to say, Miles Edgeworth?" Franziska scoffed.

"Yes. There is no problem with acknowledging someone else as good."

"Oh, I beg to differ, Miles Edgeworth." Franziska folded her arms similarly to Edgeworth. "As a von Karma, the only respect you should have is for Papa and the law."

Edgeworth felt a migrane coming on. "…Fine, Franziska. Whatever you say."

"That's right."

Lana opened the door to her apartment. I hope Miss von Karma learned something from that, she thought wistfully. But then again, being a von Karma…she probably didn't.

Sighing, Lana placed her bag on the floor beside the door. It wasn't long before…

"Lana!" Ema ran up to Lana, a cute, semi-angry pout on her face. "Why are you so late?"

"Oh, sorry, Ema. There was some…business I had to take care of."

"Okay." Ema beamed. "Now we can go to the movies, right?"

Lana smiled. "That's right."

A/N: Sorry for the weird ending, but that's it! :D Thanks for reading!