Not Alone

"Yeah...probably doesn't help that his salary seems to get cut every time I see him," Phoenix agreed.

"After a little while I made sure that he got some of it back. He didn't deserve most of the cuts." Miles smirked a bit, remembering the arguments he got in to get Gumshoe a decent paycheck. "But enough about me. How is your luck with the ladies going?"

"Alright, I suppose," Phoenix shrugged. "Not really focusing on that, with Maya living with me and all. Kind of hard to sneak in a one night stand with her around."

"Doesn't she leave to go train every once in a while? How come you can't 'sneak' some when she's gone?" Miles asked while he finished his potatoes.

"Who says I don't?" Phoenix chuckled. "I occasionally sneak one in while she's at Kurain Village."

"Sneaky. When you're home alone. Why haven't I thought of that?" Miles chuckled as he took a sip of water.

"Well, it's not like I can just have sex when Maya's in the next room," Phoenix shrugged. "It might emotionally disturb her."

"True, but you can't go out or to her place? Or does she have to spend the night?" Miles questioned, eyebrow raised.

"I don't want Maya asking questions," Phoenix explained. "Like 'Nick! Why didn't you come home last night?!'"

"I'm glad Paco doesn't ask questions, then. He's just happy that I make it home alive every day." Miles laughed.

"How I envy you sometimes," Phoenix teased. "If I were you, I'd be shacking it up with Oldbag every night."

Miles shot Phoenix an evil glare. "Phoenix. I can accept some teasing, but not when it comes to the bane of my existence."

Phoenix snickered, "What? Not into older women?"

"She doesn't deserve the title of woman. Maybe Womb Bearer, but not woman." Miles folded his arms in a huff. "And yes, I am not into older women."

"Aw, c'mon, Miles," Phoenix tried to appease the prosecutor. "I was just kidding."

"Hehe... Fine. Just lower the Oldbag taunting, ok?" Miles asked. 'I just can't say no to that face... Wait... his face?'

"Sure," Phoenix smiled. "Now what should we do?"

"I dunno. Go for ice cream?" Miles shrugged. "I don't care, I could do anything."

"Well, I have ice cream in the freezer, wanna make sundaes?" Phoenix smiled. "It could be fun."

"Do you have whipped cream?" Miles asked, getting ready to help clean the table. "I can't have a sundae without whipped cream."

"Of course I do," Phoenix cleared the dishes and set them in the sink. "Pointless having ice cream without whipped cream."

"Delicious!" Miles got up and went into the kitchen. "What kind of ice cream do you have?"

"Mint chocolate, vanilla, and plain chocolate," Phoenix got out the ice cream. "And I have sprinkles, whipped cream, cherries, and nuts." He pulled out each of the toppings, then set out two bowls.

"One of everything, my friend!" Miles playfully held his bowl out, as if Phoenix was his server. "Well? Chop chop!"

Phoenix chuckled, "Of course, Master Edgeworth!" He fixed him a large bowl of ice cream with plentiful toppings, then made himself a sundae too.