When moments passed without a response, Phoenix lifted his gaze to find Edgeworth’s eyes downcast, a look of contemplation on his face. He waited a moment longer, unsure if that signified the end of the conversation, and began mentally sifting through other possible topics of interest when Edgeworth finally spoke up.

Phoenix afforded him a curious look. “Mia did her own filing,” he explained. “Maya does most of mine, but she’s not always available, so…” With a shrug, he leaned forward to take a small sip of his soda, idly glancing in the direction of the kitchen.