Phoenix nodded. The response wasn’t entirely unexpected. With little more to say, he sat back, reached into his pocket, and fished out his wallet. At his insistence, they’d requested separate bills when the waiter first greeted them. Edgeworth had placed the wine, the appetizer, and his meal on his tab while Phoenix placed only his dinner on his own. He knew how much it cost, and with a mental calculation for tax and tip…

His frown deepened. He was never very good at math.

The wallet produced two fives and several ones, enough to make twenty dollars. That sounded adequate, and so he placed the bills on the table and immediately stood, finally allowing his gaze to rest on Edgeworth. He offered the man a half-hearted twitch of his lips, hardly enough to be called a smile, and after a beat of hesitation, he said, “I hope you have a good flight,” with no attempt at amiability. He turned and left.