Not Alone

Phoenix chuckled, "That's good, now I don't have to feel guilty anymore." He grinned.

"No, you're still guilty for destroying my taste buds. I just haven't decided your sentence yet." Miles smirked back.

"Oh no! The Almighty Genius Prosecutor is going to sentence me!" Phoenix cried out in mock horror. "Please, don't be too harsh on me!"

"Since this appears to be your first offence, I'll let you off lightly." Miles chuckled. "No jail time. But don't let me catch you doing something like that again, all right? Or else the punishment will be... severe." He got a playful glint in his eye.

Phoenix chuckled, "Two can play at that game, Edgey." He checked his watch and noticed it was nearing eight. "Hey, do you want any dinner? I'm sure I could whip up something." He grinned.

"Yeah, sure. I bought you lunch, you cook me food. Fair trade." Miles smiled. "Thanks, Phoenix."

"Anytime, just watch some television while I cook, alright?" Phoenix headed to his kitchen, and began to pull out ingredients for his favorite dish: wasabi mashed potatoes. He chuckled to himself, wondering if Edgeworth would have as bad a reaction to the wasabi as before.

"Can I watch a dvd?" Miles dug through drawers trying to find something to watch. He located a Steel Samurai case and started putting it in before Phoenix could even respond.

"Sure!" Phoenix called out as he began mixing the ingredients. He hummed happily to himself as he continued to cook.

"Thanks!" Miles pressed play and the Steel Samurai theme music echoed throughout the house. He sat down on the couch and eagerly watched the television show.

Phoenix continued to cook, humming along to the Samurai theme. He checked to make sure Edgeworth was engrossed in the show, and even danced a little in glee in his kitchen. Phoenix smiled, not having had this much fun in a while.

"Everything going alright in there?" Miles called back, not really caring one way or the other. "You need any help?"

Phoenix immediately stopped dancing and sobered up, just in case Edgeworth decided to come into the kitchen. "It's fine, I got it, Edgeworth," he called out.

"Gotcha." Miles' focus returned to the Steel Samurai. "Just checking."

Phoenix resumed his happy dancing and humming routine while he cooked. "Hey, are you allergic to seafood?" he asked. "I'm making sushi."

"No. You can go ahead. It IS your house, anyway." Miles leaned into the show, becoming completely engrossed in the land of Neo Olde Tokyo.

"Alright," Phoenix began to prepare the sushi the way his mother taught him to. He set aside the wasabi mashed potatoes and got to work on the calamari.

'Heh... I'm watching television and Phoenix is making me dinner. If he was wearing gingham then he'd be the perfect wife.' Miles chuckled to himself as he thought of Phoenix in a dress. 'Wait... why am I thinking of Phoenix in a dress... And why do I kind of like it?!'

Phoenix laid the sushi out on the dining room table, then stood by the doorway to the living room. "Dinner's ready," he announced, smiling.

Miles blushed slightly when he heard Phoenix announce that dinner was ready. "G-got it." He paused the movie and walked into the dining room.

Phoenix pulled out a chair for Edgeworth and then got seated himself. "So which season were you watching?" he asked.

"Season 1. Some of the earlier stuff." Miles looked at the plate in front of him. "What did you make? It smells pretty good."

"Some calamari, some shrimp, some mashed potatoes, some rolls," Phoenix replied. "I hope you like the taste as much as the fragrance."

Miles started to eat the food in front of him. "Hmm... Not bad, Wright. Not used to eating seafood for dinner. Unless it's lobster."

Phoenix dug in as well. "Oh, aren't you fancy," he remarked sarcastically.