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In Your Honor
"So what do you think, Hattori?"
The dark Osaka detective only gape at the oversized shrub, his eyes disbelieving.
"Kudo, tell me I'm dreaming."
"That you're not actually seeing Inspector Megure beaming at you with that bonsai in his hands and its all a figment of your imagination?" Conan couldn't suppress a wide grin at the sight of the goggling Detective of The West. "Sorry. No can do."
"Heiji, it's amazing!" Ran came from around her spot where she had been admiring the plant, smiling cheerfully. "Inspector, who trimmed this?"
"A grateful victim of Hattori's last case. Apparently, he's a professional gardener." Inspector Megure beamed at Heiji. "And he wanted to express his profound thanks to 'that brave and resourceful young man'.
"Ch'," Mouri muttered, "If he had given his case to me, the Great Mouri, he'd have to be more than just professional to trim that tree. And it isn't as if that case was very hard anyway: find a few heirlooms and locate the thieves. I could solve it in my sleep." (A/N: How true. )
Standing up, he nudged Heiji. "Don't you want to hold it?"
Dumbly, the detective lifted the pot out of Inspector Megure's hands and stared at what was undeniably his likeness trimmed into a green plant, with strategically grown flowers in lieu of eyes and mouth. It was disconcertingly accurate right down to the spiky tip of his hair.
"Not a word, Kudo, not a word."
"If you say so, Hedge-ji."
"Shut up."