Prompt: Mia eating chicken wings and farting gloriously.
"Y-you know, Chief, if anyone from the courthouse saw you right now, I think it'd totally destroy your, uh, image..."
"It wouldn't," Mia asserted, with the utter confidence of the utterly gorgeous. She slurped some hot sauce off a finger with a wink; Phoenix blushed reflexively, and silently conceded the point.
"Beshidesh," she continued around a mouthful of chicken, before swinging her hand out to point the wing at Phoenix: "I'm doing this for your benefit! Mister 'Dollie doesn't poop!'"
"...Oh." Phoenix scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck and looked at the floor. "That."
"No one is perfect! -Mh. Beautiful, intelligent women can, mfh, be liars too! We also eat messy chicken wingsh!" Mia proclaimed as she resumed her gnawing. Her voice deepened threateningly when Phoenix continued to stare awkwardly at his shoes. "Look at me, Wright, this is training!"
Her protege squeaked and did as ordered.
"I present a good image in court, but that's not all I am. It's the same for everyone - we all wear masks," Mia lectured him. "And I sure as hell don't want you putting me up on some shitless pedestal! In fact, that's why from now on cleaning the toilet is your job!"
"I- I get it already," Phoenix mumbled, face on fire. "I was dumb. I'm sorry. ...Please stop talking about it."
Mia added another set of clean bones to the pile on the plate before her. She reached out for another wing - then paused, looking at Phoenix. He was tense and miserable, red from his ears to the edge of his shirt collar.
Slowly, Mia lowered her hand. She relaxed back into her chair and smiled gently at Phoenix, whose shoulders slowly began to retreat from his ears. Hesitantly, bashfully, he smiled back.
There was a moment of silent calm.
Then the smell hit.