(BACKDATED!) [RL: - Monday, May 11; Lunch | Phoenix; Edgeworth]

[attorneyatlol]

Reading French was sort of like deciphering a cryptogram, Phoenix decided. He hadn't even heard of most of these dishes, much less did he know how to pronounce them, and the English descriptions explaining each item only marginally helped, as he wasn't particularly familiar with things like 'shallots' or 'arugula'....

But if there was one word he recognized, it was 'steak', and you couldn't go wrong with that, right?

Deciding that was probably his best bet, he set his menu down and rested his elbow on the table, cupping his chin in his hand as he idly observed the people walking by.

It was a nice day to be sitting outside, at least. The temperature was in the high 80s, but there was a cool breeze to counter the heat, and the overhang above was wide enough to block the sunlight. The restaurant was nice enough, too: a small, old French bistro called La Lune, about half an hour from his office. Being at the mercy of public transit system tended to make one incredibly early, however (or incredibly late; thankfully, this wasn't one of those times), and he had arrived about twenty minutes before their set meeting time. (Sometimes it paid to keep your own office hours, he thought with a smirk.)

Stifling a yawn, he turned back to the table, once more looked over his menu in the sudden, unlikely event that he felt adventurous, and waited for Edgeworth to arrive.

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[samuraiprosecutor]

The possibility that Wright's arrival may have preceded his own hadn't crossed Edgeworth's mind--particularly as he was arriving five minutes early. A crowd streamed past the bistro--the usual, lunchtime throng--but in the midst of his approach, Edgeworth hesitated, turning his attention to the flash of blue he'd caught from the corner of his eye.

Wright was there already, there and seated and reviewing his menu. Edgeworth stared at him for a moment, while the crowd parted around him and body heat supplemented the sunlight falling on his shoulders, then hurriedly made his way toward the patio, bypassing the hostess stand located just inside the bistro's front door.

He pulled out the chair opposite Wright and seated himself without preamble.

"You managed to find the place."

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix jumped at the sound of the chair scraping across the cement, then straightened up and made a meager attempt at composing himself as he narrowed his gaze at Edgeworth.

"The bus stop is only a block away." He wasn't that directionally challenged.

[samuraiprosecutor]

"And the directions I gave you were obviously sound." Lifting the menu that was lying on the white, wrought iron table in front of him, Edgeworth offered his companion a slight smirk above the edge of the laminated paper, before glancing down at the menu.

[attorneyatlol]

Cross the street and turn left?

"Yeah," Phoenix said, perhaps a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I don't know what I would have done without them."

[samuraiprosecutor]

"I'm sure you would have found your way here...eventually."

It took him only a few moments to peruse the menu. La Lune was one of his most frequent haunts, and he’d already had a few potentials in mind before he’d reached the restaurant. Choice confirmed, he set the menu to the side and glanced around, looking for one of the members of the bistro’s capable waitstaff.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix rolled his eyes good-naturedly and then glanced down at his menu one last time before setting it aside. He had a feeling Edgeworth would be disappointed in his choice (something about stubbornly refusing to broaden his horizons, he was sure), but he'd rather know he was going to enjoy his meal than take a shot in the dark, even if he was a little curious about the shrimp...

Taking a sip of water, he looked around the bistro for the umpteenth time that afternoon and nodded appreciatively. "This is a nice little place."