36 Miles Apart But Close At Heart

I hope the day will be a lighter highway
For friends are found on every road
Can you ever think of any better way
For the lost and weary travellers to go

Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then everything’s all right

It seems to me a crime that we should age
These fragile times should never slip us by
A time you never can or shall erase
As friends together watch their childhood fly

Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then everything’s all right

Making friends for the world to see
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then everything’s all right

Maya Fey and Mia Fey
Hickfield Clinic, Maya Fey’s ICU Room
September 8, 2020

Maya’s eyes were the size of silver dollars as she ogled her sibling in contemplative disbelief, the forgotten Edgeworth left hanging on the line, as the phone she’d had clamped to her ear was now lying on the bed.

“The one thing it fears more than anything in the world?” She repeated blankly. “What in the name of Beelzebub’s Y-fronts does that even mean?”

“Nothing for you to worry about right now, sweetie.” Mia waved her hand airily. “The semantics of that will be hammered out later. You go on and talk to dear old Edgy for now. He’s been waiting most patiently and is most likely calling long-distance on his own dime and that probably costs extra!”

“Don’t worry about the charge at all.” The barrister coughed discreetly to remind the Feys he was still present. “I’m expensing this call to Interpol.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Prosecutor Edgeworth,” Mia sing-songed as she made her way to the exit. “I’m going out to the hallway to give you two some privacy. Plus, I have a certain ex-lawyer turned lover-boy to torment, anyway!”

With those as her last words, she sashayed out the door, waving at the bemused patient over her shoulder as she did so.

There was an odd silence on the line as Maya hastily retrieved the cell she’d dropped into her lap.

“Um…sorry about the hold, Mr. Edgeworth,” she apologized sincerely. “I got a tad distracted by what Sis was saying. However, she’s gone now. I’m all yours!”

“Sis?” He sounded startled. “I was unaware that you had a sibling other than Mia, Miss Fey.”

“Er, I don’t. That was, Mia, Mr. Edgeworth.”

“Hold it!” The normally unruffled prosecutor’s tone was incredulous. “That was the late Mia Fey I just overheard talking in the background? How in the name of God’s ten toes is that even possible?!”

Phoenix Wright and Mia Fey
Hickfield Clinic, ICU Hallway
September 8, 2020

Mia leaned languidly against the hallway wall outside the room. She crossed her legs at the ankle and waited patiently for her sister’s boyfriend to come back from his hasty retreat, a mean little smile of anticipation on her lips. She honestly had left to allow Maya the discretion she was entitled to but that notwithstanding, her newly discovered panacea about how they’d solve their Kurain issues had left her in an extremely sanguine mood. This newfound joviality had her thinking it would be most humorous to accost Phoenix the minute he finally mustered up the will to return.

Glancing up just then, she spotted her former protégé approaching and twittered to herself at the chagrined expression on his mien when he laid eyes on her. It was too late to pull an about-face
– she’d already seen him.

“Welcome back, Prince of Preternatural Boudoir Skills,” she smirked. “Is my little sister’s stud-muffin
 faring better now after his speedy trip to le john?”

“Augh!” The hobo gulped, feeling his face burning again despite the copious amount of cold water he’d just splashed upon it in the men’s room.

“You must’ve really had to go!” Mia razzed mercilessly. “I think the Road Runner on Looney Tunes took off with less speed!”

“When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go, right?”  Phoenix blushed adorably and scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, kidneys can’t tell time! Heh, heh.”

“With regards to you taking the flower of my baby sister, I’ve decided to entirely forsake any jobation or disproving looks and just directly go for the high-five!” Mia continued spiritedly. “How can I not?”

She flashed him a lascivious wink.

“Incontestably, you’re such a stallion in the sack that riding the Phoenix Wright Freedom Express train to Bone Town merely thrice in the past year and a half has been enough to keep Maya nicely tided over … assuming her blatant, not-so-maidenly blushing is anything to go by!”

“Gyaah!” Phoenix blushed an even deeper shade of crimson and looked frantically around for a place to hide. Finding nothing in the hallway, save for a laundry hamper, he simply moaned and yanked his beanie down over his eyes, unable to stand his former employer’s relentless ribbing any longer.

The late legal legend snickered and reached over, rolling up the brim of his hat just enough to make out his abashed eyes, as though playing peek-a-boo with an infant.

“You’re aware that I can still see you, aren’t you Phoenix?” She jibed gleefully. “You’re not an ostrich, you know!”

“Er…I gotta go!” He spun on his heel, about to bolt again. “I think I forgot my phone in the bathroom!”

“No, you didn’t, silly boy!” Mia reached out and tugged at the hood of his sweatshirt, forcing him to stay put. “Maya’s got it. She’s in there talking to Edgeworth, remember?”

“Ugh! You win!” Phoenix threw his hands up in surrender and eyed her pleadingly. “Please! I beg of you, have mercy, Chief!”

“OK, OK, I swear I’m done busting your chops,” Mia relented, releasing her hold on him, even though her eyes were still dancing with laughter. “I’m sorry, Phoenix but we dead don’t get that many opportunities to amuse ourselves, you know! And you’ve got to admit, you make it way too easy!”

She yanked the hated hat off his head and tousled his spikes affectionately.

“Seriously though, barring all future kibitzer wisecracks, I give the two of you my wholehearted blessing. I am genuinely pleased my sister is with someone that loves her so much. I couldn’t have gotten a better man for Maya if I’d tried.”

“Thanks, Chief,” he smiled bashfully. “That means the world to me. You have no idea.”

“I absolutely adore and think the world of you, Phoenix. You’ve always been like family … and now, as fate would have it, you’re my future brother-in-law, right?” Mia smiled broadly. “Ah, assuming it’s not too early to discuss your intentions with my baby sister of course?”

“Not at all. I assure you, Chief, that my intentions are strictly honorable,” he avowed with a chortle. “However, I’m having déja vu with this current conversation! Dear old Edgeworth also asked me that very same question 18 months ago.”

“Seriously? In the manner of The Godfather, he demanded to know what your intentions were?”
The elder Fey sister cracked up. “Oh, Edgy is too much sometimes! I forget at times that the two of you are the same age – that man was born 47-years-old, I swear! Always too serious and mature for his own darn good, although Maya has assured me he’s mellowed over the years and has a good heart under that curt demeanor.”

“He’s got a heart of gold,” Phoenix confirmed loyally. “Edgeworth’s a great guy. Other than your sister, I’d even dare say he’s my best friend in the world.”

This revelation, spoken out loud for the very first time, brought a broad grin to his face.

Yeah, no matter where he may be in the world, that man is truly my brother from another mother. Though miles may lie between us, we’re never far apart, because friendship doesn’t count the miles, it’s measured by the heart.

“The guy loves Maya almost as much as I do!” Phoenix continued. “And because of that, he nearly tore me a new backdoor exit hole when he found out she’d been hospitalized and I hadn’t told him! He stumbled upon that knowledge because Pearls notified him; she’d left a message on his cell phone.”

Mia beamed at this news.

“It is so uplifting for my soul to see how the former Demon Prosecutor looks out for the two of you! And how sweet was it that he rang all the way from overseas because he was so concerned about Maya!”

“He’s always been more about demonstrating rather than verbally expressing emotions when it comes to proving he’s not the android I tease him about being sometimes. Regardless, we’re lucky to have him.”

“Actions always speak louder than words. Anyway, what else were you fellas chatting about all this time anyway?” She asked curiously. “Surely Don Corleone didn’t spend the entire conversation chewing you out?”

“No, he didn’t spend the whole time on the phone ripping a strip off me with his jobation –  just the first five to ten minutes or so,” he smiled ruefully. “I admit, I deserved it! I caught him up on everything that’s transpired in his absence, the abridged version of course, and he gave me an offer he thought I couldn’t refuse.”

“Oh? What was it?”

He told her and her eyes widened in awe.

“How unbelievably benevolent and generous of him,” she breathed. “So what did you say?”

“I, um refused.” Phoenix’s gaze was cast downward as he mumbled his reply. “Which, I assume, is why he wanted to talk to Maya.”

“You did what?!” Mia glared at him, then, without warning, whacked him sharply upside the head with his beanie. “Are you out of your mind, you precipitous, bromide… buffoon?! What in the name of Lucifer’s bottom is wrong with you?!”

“Sweet sadistic scorpions!” The hobo held up his arms in a vain effort to defend himself against another unexpected attack.  “What is it with you Fey gals? First Maya, not being able to hold her liquor when it came to me – literally!  Then Pearls and her slaps… and now you with my hat – again!”

He affected his most wounded expression.

“Yeesh! Why is it every time I’ve seen you lately, you’re assaulting me in some way, shape, or form? This is most unbecoming of a former attorney, not to mention … illegal!”

“I’m dead! What are you going to do, charge me with assault?” She snapped, giving him another hearty swat with the cap for good measure. “As it is glaringly evident I failed to beat any sense into that thick skull of yours, I clearly didn’t do it hard enough last time!”

“Mia, surely you can fathom how I don’t want to be a charity case?” Phoenix protested, still attempting to dodge the hat smacks, to little avail. “Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“No, I sure the hell do not understand! You were offered a reprieve from all this separation hell,” Mia huffed, swatting him yet again. “The perfect haven to be with my sister, who had been as lost without you as
you’ve been without her… yet your stupid male ego prevailed, hence the audacity to demur?!”

“Can we not discuss the pros and cons of this calmly, and rationally?” He begged. “And without violence?!”

Thwomp! Thwomp! Thwomp!

“Holy frijoles, Chief! Can you please lay off the hat smacks already?!”

 Maya Fey and Miles Edgeworth
Hickfield Clinic, Maya Fey’s ICU Room
September 8, 2020

“I’m going to have to smack some sense into that man!” Maya fumed. “I cannot believe he didn’t tell you I was in the hospital! You being his best friend and all!”

“No need, Miss Fey, he’s already endured enough of a dressing down for his oversight,” Edgeworth chuckled. “I truly think Wright has been adequately punished enough for his unwitting misdeeds.”

Suddenly a pained yelp was heard from outside the room.

“Yeowch!”

“Stop whining, you wimp! It’s nothing more than you deserve!”

“What in the name of Mephistopheles’ stamp collection…?” Maya craned her neck to see if she could discern what was happening out in the hallway from her bed but found the under-bed table obstructed her view.

“Miss Fey, whatever is that ruckus going on over there?” Edgeworth asked wearily, having also heard the commotion. “Is everything all right?”

Another audible caterwaul, clearly Phoenix’s, was emitted then, along with some scalding rebuttals from the unhinged Mia.

“Ouch! OK, Chief, you made your point! Also, that last one kind of hurt!”

“If you’d hold still it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

Maya bit back an amused grin.

“Oh, that’s just Nick getting his deserved lumps from Sis for something undoubtedly stupid that he’s done,” she dismissed airily. “Nothing my unbreakable beau won’t survive, I’m sure.”

“The ardency between you two lovebirds is unmistakable, even across the miles,” Edgeworth drawled indolently, a grin in his voice. “It is indeed heartwarming to hear the dynamics of this heaven-made match that my fiancée and I moved mountains to get together all these years later.”

“Oh hush! Nick knows how much I love him!” She laughed. “And you know very well I do too. Truly, we’d move heaven and earth to be together but up until now, fate has been most cruel to us both. You’re a saint for doing this for us, Mr. Edgeworth. Forget what my fool-headed boyfriend said to you – on our behalf, I unequivocally accept your generous offer!”

“And I am most grateful that I opted to speak to the other half of your duo who holds all the common sense! I always knew you were the beauty amongst the two of you, Miss Fey,” he commented wryly. “But you’ve just proven to me that you’re the brains, as well.”

“You just leave Nick to me! I’m no slouch at swaying him when he’s being contrary,” Maya stated confidently. “After all, I always managed to get him to take me to Pink Princess movies, didn’t I?”

“Verily. And against his will every time, if I’m not mistaken,” Edgeworth agreed sardonically. “It must have been those puppy dog eyes he just couldn’t say no to!”

“You bet your britches!” Maya giggled. “If I could get Nick to do stuff that he hated, then this particular instance, which is of mutual benefit, will be a cakewalk! I am positive once I get a chance to speak to him about this, I’ll be able to persuade him into realizing what an incredible, can’t-miss opportunity you’ve given us. I mean, you’re allowing us to continue our clandestine love affair by using your luxurious place as our love-shack!”

“Egad!” On the other end of the line, the prosecutor cringed at the bawdy description. “Ah, might we find another way to perhaps reword things in a manner less…crass, Miss Fey?”

“Sorry, Mr. Edgeworth,” Maya tittered, picturing the expression of horror on her friend’s face. “I swear to you that we’ll treat your place exactly like it was our own!”

Oh, God’s knuckles! Now I can’t possibly let them use it!

Edgeworth began massaging his temple with his free hand as he recalled the chronic state of disarray Phoenix’s place had always been in when his assistant had lived with him, all the while wondering if it was too late to recant his offer.

As if reading his mind, Maya quickly modified her statement.

“I mean, we’ll treat it better than our own!” She amended hastily. “With utmost care and respect. Honestly, Mr. Edgeworth, what with my Master’s schedule and Nick working nights and weekends, it’s not like we can move into the place or anything! We will be lucky if we can get together once or twice a month – if that! But it sure beats once every nine!”

“The place is yours as often as you like,” he assured her, properly mollified by her reassurance. “My one caveat is this, Miss Fey: I’d like your word, your absolute, solemn word that you will not lay a finger on any of the Steel Samurai collectible figurines I have in the showcase. They are extremely rare edition and in their original packaging and will lose precious value if even slightly opened.”

“Oh wow, you have Steel Samurai memorabilia at your place?” Maya asked excitedly. “That is so cool! Do you have the first edition model with the working light-up sword?”

“Indeed, I do.” Edgeworth cleared his throat. “But, ah … forget about what I just said and just enjoy the place as you will.”

I’ll just instruct Hendricks to ensure he safely locks up everything into the vault before their arrival!

“You’re the best, Mr. Edgeworth!” Maya squealed delightedly, at such a high pitch the legist had to hold the phone away from his poor, abused ear for a moment to give his eardrums a reprieve. “Now it’s only a matter of how to go about convincing my stubborn, bull-headed other half that this truly is an incredibly great idea…”

“I surrender!” Phoenix rasped, suddenly racing into the room at that moment, with Mia in tow. “It’s a great idea!”

“Come back here, you coward!” She shouted at him, stepping forward menacingly, his hat clenched in her fist. “Stand here and take your lumps like a man, dammit!”

“I mean it! I acquiesce! You win, Chief!”

Phoenix’s face was flushed and his head was bare as he rushed to Maya’s side, then ducked behind his flabbergasted swain.

“Mia, I will agree to any terms and conditions, as well as naming my first-born child after you, whether it’s male or female! Just for the love of all that is holy, please…stop…hitting…me!”

The resurrected Fey relaxed her arm, which had been brandishing the beanie-turned weapon, and smiled winsomely, all traces of battle seeming to leave her completely then.

“Good! I knew you’d finally come to your senses and finally see things my way!”

The brunette then turned to her sister, who was gaping at her in utter befuddlement.

“Are you just about done chatting with Edgy, there, Maya? I’ve ah, laid out the groundwork for you with your boyfriend, who despite some initial resistance, has, at last, come around to see the light. Phoenix is now fully on board with operation love-shack!”

“Unngggh! I entreat you!” Edgeworth implored, loud enough for all three of them to hear. “Can you ladies please cease referring to my residence in such a crude manner?”

From his squatted, secure place at Maya’s bedside and despite the slight numbness in his head from Mia’s whumps, Phoenix couldn’t help but snigger at the appealing tone in his friend’s voice.

“Don’t worry, Edgeworth,” he called into the phone. “I promise you; Maya and I will be on our best behavior at your place, and the only adult activities we’ll participate in will be playing chess against each other on your indisputably invaluable set!”

Note to self, the logic enthusiast noted silently. Have Hendricks lock up my antique, gold-and-silver chess set along with my Steel Samurai collectibles!

“Tell your failed comedian suitor if he even knows how to play the game, I’ll bequeath Wright his own set for Christmas,” were his haughty final words to Maya, which she laughingly repeated to Phoenix before bidding her friend adieu.

“I reckon the legal eagle and I are wrapped up now,” she told Mia, handing her sister the phone. “Will you be taking the call out in the hallway?”

“That’s the plan.” Mia was already heading to the door. “It’s about time you crazy kids had a moment to yourselves, anyway!”

The moment she was gone, Phoenix rose from his crouched position and looked down at his lover, an expression of resignation and amusement on his visage.

“Before you take your turn on the Phoenix Wright Smack-Down Gameshow, my love,” he began, his eyes twinkling. “Might I first let you know I’ve already had my best friend rip a strip off me, from which my emotional battle scars remain tender. Thereafter, your sister further compounded said injuries by ensuring I had physical wounds to boot – meaning she attacked me with my own hat, which, incidentally, she seems to have now absconded with! It seems she shares the same Fey loathing for it as you and your cousin do, therefore, I fear it will never be returned!”

Maya’s eyes were gleaming with barely suppressed mirth.

“I was going to tear you apart for being a snitch to Sis earlier,” she admitted. “But honestly, you look like you’ve already been through enough already! Moreover, having been on the receiving end of my own lambasting, I’m in a better position than usual to sympathize with your plight and cut you some slack.”

“You’re a peach, my love.” He sighed with relief and carefully sat down on the bed next to her, reaching over to take her hand in his. “Thank you.”

“I know you were only looking out for me, Nick.” Maya squeezed his hand. “And you needn’t worry, I’m not going anywhere until I’m better. Sis made sure of it!”

“Scariest. Dead. Woman. Ever.” He gave a mock shudder, then flashed an impish grin. “Am I ever glad she’s on our side!”

“No kidding!” Maya exclaimed. “She was quite keen to talk to Mr. Edgeworth because she claimed she had a solution to all my problems with the Dragon Lady. Of course, before that, she nearly singed me alive for my ill-timed Dragon jokes!”

“My poor Maya!” Phoenix chuckled, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “Kind of hard to decide which of us got it worse here, lecture-wise! So Chief gave you some serious shit, huh?”

“Like you would not believe!” Maya groaned, nestling her face into his hand, then turning her head slightly and softly kissing his palm. “So, Mr. Edgeworth gave you shit in spades, too?”

“Oh, he gave it to me in with both barrels! Sounds like we’ve both suffered about equally, although Mia spared me the verbal onslaught in place of a visceral one this time!”

“Welp, how’s this for a deal? I won’t give you ordure if you don’t give me ordure and let’s just agree that we’re both a couple of complete idiots who deserve each other. Deal?”

“Deal.” Phoenix absently twirled a lock of her silky hair with his fingers, while putting his other hand thoughtfully to his chin. “Hey, Maya?”

“Yeah, Nick?”

“I am nearly bursting with curiosity to find out exactly what Chief wanted to talk to Edgeworth about!”

“You and me both!”

Pearl Fey and Miles Edgeworth
Hickfield Clinic, ICU Hallway
September 8, 2020

Fresh from her triumph of winning the battle of wits against her headstrong former protégé, Mia’s disposition had ventured from aggravated and reverted to delightfully devious.

Hence, while the barrister was in mid-conversation, the very first thing the anterior defense lawyer when stepped out in the hallway was morph back into Pearl, without any preamble.

The tiny spirit medium blinked, utterly befuddled as she found herself outside her cousin’s hospital room with a cell in her hand that had a strange male voice, with a vaguely British accent, coming out of it.

“Your sister thoroughly elaborated about how you’re able to make an appearance at times via the Kurain Channeling Technique,” the man was saying presently. “I must profess that initially hearing your voice was a bit of shock! You can certainly appreciate that, surely. Now, what was it you wanted to discuss with me, Miss Fey?”

“Who is this?” Asked the bewildered Pearl Fey.

“What? Who’s this? Your voice is different now.” Edgeworth sounded equally as baffled. “Who am I now speaking to presently?”

That accent became more familiar to Pearl the more she listened to it.

“Mr. Eh-ji-worth?”

“Ah, Miss Fey…young…Miss Fey…” he stammered. “I didn’t realize … erm, hello, there. How are you?”

“I’m fine. How are you, Mr. Eh-ji-worth?”

“I’m quite well,” he replied uncomfortably. “I should take this opportunity to thank you for making me aware of your cousin’s situation. I am most relieved that she’s doing better now.” He cleared his throat. “Please pardon my mystification … I could have sworn I was just speaking to Miss Fey.”

“But I am Miss Fey,” answered the perplexed Pearl.

“No, not you … the other Miss Fey.”

The little girl bit her thumb.

“Did you want me to give the phone to Mystic Maya, Mr. Eh-ji-worth?”

“No, no, not her. We’ve already spoken!” Edgeworth bit back a cry of frustration. “I meant the other, other Miss Fey.”

Silence on the phone.

“I meant the busty Miss Fey.” He stifled a groan and clapped a hand to his forehead. “I mean, the lawyer … your departed cousin…”

“Oh!” Pearl said brightly. “You mean you want to talk to Mystic Mia?”

“Yes, please!”

“Why didn’t you just say so, Mr. Eh-ji-worth?”

Mia Fey and Miles Edgeworth
Hickfield Clinic, ICU Hallway
September 8, 2020

Just as the prosecutor was certain his head was about to explode, a woman’s voice came back on the line.

“Good day to you, Miles. How’s my favorite prosecutor?”

“Miss … Fey?” he began hesitantly.

“Speaking!” Mia replied cheerfully.

“As in, Wright’s girlfriend’s sister and his former boss – that Miss Fey?”

“That would be me,” she chirped. “Sorry about any misperception earlier! I just figured Pearly would have wanted to say hello to everyone’s favorite prosecutie!”

Her mischievous undertone was not lost on Edgeworth, who mentally grumbled to himself about these crazy Fey women and their warped senses of humor.

“Just so I understand and am up to speed…” he resumed rubbing his temple. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“That I am,” Mia affirmed with sham solemnity, even as she bit her lip to keep from laughing.

“Ah, all right …” His voice trailed off awkwardly. “Well, um, my condolences then.”

“Thank you, Edgy,” she replied blithely, then her voice took on a more somber modulation.  “Look, I need to talk shop with you, Miles. These law matters are for personal reasons and for people we both care deeply about. Therefore, for the duration of this conversation, let’s curb the formalities. After all, we aren’t on opposing sides of the court anymore and there’s no longer a mentally unstable, suicidal witness on the stand! From this point onward, I’m Mia, and you’re Miles. Is that all right?”

“Quite.” He cleared his throat again, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was speaking to a dead woman! “How might I be of assistance, Miss – er, Mia?”

Mia loped down the hall to the visitor’s lounge then, sat down, and crossed her long legs.

“I need the benefit of having a renowned, practicing attorney on our side, Miles,” she began. “Are you on board with helping my erstwhile protégé and Maya in a few legal matters? I know you’re already doing a lot for them already, what with the use of your place and probing deeper into the circumstances surrounding Phoenix’s disbarment. I’d hate to further impose, or worse, have you feel I’m trying to take advantage of your generosity.”

“If something is beyond my means, I will advise you, Mia,” he replied firmly. “But as it stands, there’s not much that I would not do, legally and within my power, to be of assistance to either of those two. I owe them both a great deal, both in a professional and personal capacity.”

“I would think that you and Franziska playing matchmaker for them in exchange for helping the two of you get together was repayment enough for the personal side,” Mia teased. “And the use of your place more than makes you even for anything you feel you owe them in any professional capacity.”

“My goodness, being deceased hasn’t kept you out of the loop at all, has it?” Edgeworth noted dryly. “You still appear to be in the know about almost everything.”

“Heaven isn’t that far away, you know – I still hear things,” she joked. “Just like I heard it through the grapevine that you’re a big softy under that lofty exterior of yours and how much you care for my little sister and Phoenix. I suspect that is the real reason why you’re lending a hand here – not because of any debt that you feel you allegedly still owe to either of them!”

“Shall we move on to the legal matters then?” The not-so-secret cinnamon roll requested abruptly, neither confirming nor denying the allegations that they both knew to be true. “I’m all ears and on the edge of my seat with anticipation!”

He’s as emotionally constipated as ever – now that’s the Miles Edgeworth I’ve always known!

Mia smirked to herself. Even all these years later, the former Bratworth insisted on stubbornly clinging to that aloof, tsundere façade, despite being the most steadfast, loyal friend her sister or Phoenix would ever have in their entire lives.

So be it. They needed his help and she knew they would get it. In the end, that was all that mattered.

“OK, Prodigy Prosecutor, let’s get down to business!” Mia trilled merrily. “Here’s what I need to you do…”

Elton John – Friends