#turnabout biscuits

[magentasky234]

Gregory Edgeworth Week 2021- Day 6: Pretend

This is a continuation of the story from Day 4. Some of the cookies have been stolen, so Miles runs a mock investigation to find out. Anything in square brackets is action dialogue for Miles.

Gregory Edgeworth Week is run by @digitalstowaway!

Miles walked into the kitchen to see the packet of biscuits from last night empty and on the floor. He checked the bin to see if they were in there. No biscuits were inside the bin.

"Father! Come quick!" he called. Instantly after he had said those works, he heard footsteps quickly approaching.

"Son, are you alright?" Gregory asked as he opened the door. Pess stepped inside the room.

"I don't know who, but one of you ate the rest of last night's defense attorney's biscuits!" Miles informed them both, "These biscuits weren't binned, we need to investigate!"

"Trying to find out who did is definitely a good idea.' Gregory agreed, "If we pretend this is like the investigation stage of my cases, we can find out the culprit that much easier."

"Father, you can be my assistant, and Pess can be the biscuit crumbs forensics team." Miles told the others.

"That's ok with me." Gregory nodded, likely excited to see Miles figure things out. Pess simply barked in agreement at Miles' statement.

Investigation start

"First, I think we should investigate the table." Gregory suggested.

"Good thinking my assistant." Miles congratulated Gregory, "Let's check the table."

They walked over to the table and began to search for clues.

"I won't rest until I've inspected every suspicious nook and cranny..." Miles thought to himself.

He first took notice of a few stray crumbs on the table.

"Whoever left these crumbs here was either in a hurry or didn't bother to tidy up." he thought aloud.

["Crumbs left by a lazy person or someone in a hurry" added to Logic.]

["Pile of crumbs jotted down in my notepad."]

"Look..." Gregory gestured over to some other crumbs on the table, "Those crumbs seem to be leading somewhere."

"So they are..." Miles noted, "The trail seems to be leading off the table to the left."

["Crumbs leading off the table to the left" added to Logic.]

["Crumbs near table edge" jotted in my notepad.]

"This area is done." Miles confirmed after having one last look at the table.

"Next, I think we should look at the box and crumbs on the floor." Gregory said to Miles. "Sure, let's look." Miles agreed, walking over to the box.

He then knelt down next to the box.

["I won't rest until I've investigated every nook and cranny."]

Miles picked up the box.

["Box added to Evidence."]

"I will now examine this box." Miles proclaimed, picking up the box. First, he decided to investigate the wrapper.

"This wrapper is way more torn than before!" he exclaimed. After another quick look at the wrapper, Miles was ready to move onto the box itself.

"The box was face down when I picked it up." he explained, "Something must've happened for it to be in this condition."

[Biscuit box lying face down added to Logic.]

"Hmmm... there are even more crumbs over there..." Gregory voiced his thoughts, looking at some crumbs on the ground. Miles looked over at the crumbs.

"These crumbs are near the table.... Maybe this is a clue." Miles voiced his thoughts.

[Crumbs near the table added to Logic.]

[Logic]

["Crumbs leading off the table to the left"] +  [Crumbs near the table]

"It appears the crumbs on the floor had fallen off the table." Miles spoke, "The crumbs on the table and the crumbs on the floor line up, so it can't be just chance!"

["Crumbs fell off the table" added to Logic.]

[All entries about crumbs updated ]

["Crumbs fell off the table"] + [Biscuit box lying face down"]

"The crumbs might've fallen out when this box was knocked to the floor!" Miles theorised, "The box is close enough to the crumbs for that to have happened!"

["Biscuit Box" and entries about crumbs updated.]

"Fantastic work!" Gregory congratulated.

"Thank you my assistant." Miles smiled.

He concentrated on an area coloured down at the floor.

"Hmm... there's important information I can see here..." Miles thought.

[Deduce]

"Eureka!" Miles exclaimed, "Looking at the floor, I can tell that a person ate these biscuits!"

"Interesting." Gregory nodded, "How did you come to that conclusions."

"If Pess saw crumbs she wanted to eat, they would be gone by now... but they're still here!" Miles explained, "Plus Pess can't reach the counter, so a person must've done all this!"

"That's some fantastic if I say so myself." Gregory said to his son, "Your mind is really sharp."

"Why thank you, my assistant." Miles thanked.

Miles looked shyly up at his father.

"I need your testimony of last night." Miles asked him, looking down at his own feet. "Can you do that for me please?"

"Of course." Gregory smiled, "You don't need to worry about asking."

[Witness Testimony]

"Late last night, I left the biscuits on the table before I went to my room."

"Not long after I went to my room,

got a text from my assistant, Raymond Shields, asking to pick up a law book of mine to study from."

"I texted him back, telling him to come and get it quietly as you were asleep."

"I also told him that felt tired, and that I would stay in my room unless he needed help."

"He texted me back reassuring he could manage on his own."

"He came over and got the book, and I heard something fall as he was searching, but I was too tired to pay it any mind."

Miles went the testimony in this mind to figure out what he wanted to press.

"I will now run a quick cross examination."

["I texted him back, telling him to come and get it quietly as you were asleep."]

"So I was asleep when that happened." Miles confirmed.

["He came over and got the book, and I heard something fall as he was searching, but I was too tired to pay it any mind."]

"What did the falling item sound like?" Miles questioned.

"It was rather light if I remember." Gregory recalled, "It was too light to be one of my heavy law books."

"I see..." Miles trailed off.

"Something there sounded interesting, I need to find out more about it."

[Present Biscuit Box on "He came over and got the book, and I heard something fall as he was searching, but I was too tired to pay it any mind."]

"Take That!"

"Do you think it could've been Raymond who knocked the biscuit box over?" Miles asked.

"Ngooooh!" Gregory exclaimed, "It's rather likely."

"So you agree." Miles smirked.

"Yes, but it definitely makes disappointed that my assistant is a possible food thief." Gregory admitted, "He has a day off, so I could ring him to get him to come over and talk to you if you'd like."

"Excellent thinking assistant!" Miles grinned, "Please ring him!"

[Gregory's Testimony jotted down in my notepad.]

Gregory rang Raymond, who then arrived 20 minutes later.

"Hello Miles!" Raymond greeted, followed by Pess, who was sniffing curiously at him.

"I have a few questions to ask you." Miles told him, cutting straight the point, "Father said you were here last night. What did you do at that time?"

[Witness Testimony]

"I came here to pick up a law book of your father's to study."

"I accidentally dropped a book at one point."

"After that, I left the house and went home."

"Hmm..." Miles thought.

["I accidentally dropped a book at one point."]

"Please describe what the book sounded like when it fell." Miles requested.

"It was a loud thud, probably loud enough to concern your father."

"Ok..." Miles said.

"Something there sounded interesting, I need to find out more about it."

[Present Gregory's Testimony on ""I accidentally dropped a book at one point."]

"Objection!"

"Gregory's Testimony said that the object was too light to be one of his heavy law books." Miles rebutted, "A law book never fell down in the first place!"

"Gah!" Ray shouted taken aback, "Why are you interrogating me?"

"Because you might be the one who are our defense attorney's biscuits!" Miles yelled back.

"O-oh..." Raymond sighed, "I admit that I actually knocked over those biscuits, but I still didn't eat them."

"Looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard way." Miles thought to himself.

[Logic Chess]

"He's still lying about something, I know it!"

"I need to get the truth out of him!

[Two chess pieces float behind Raymond]

["Why were you by the biscuits in the first place?"]

["Why is Pess smelling your jacket?"]

"Raymond, why were you by the biscuits?"

"Because I was curious about what biscuits there were."

[Did you intentionally touch the biscuits?"]

[Wait and see.]

"You intentionally touched the biscuits on the table, didn't you?"

[One chess piece spins]

"Gah! Yes I did, I wanted a closer look."

["Did your parents ever teach you to touch with your eyes and not your hands?"]

["Wait and see."]

"You shouldn't touch other people's belongings, you should know that by now!"

"I know that, like I said, I just wanted to see what they looked like!"

[If you know, not tho touch them, you shouldn't touch them.]

[Wait and see.]

"If you really did want to just see it, you wouldn't have touched it!"

[One chess piece breaks]

"Gah!"

["Why were you by the biscuits in the first place?"]

["Why is Pess smelling your jacket?"]

"Raymond, why is Pess smelling your jacket?"

"Because I'm wearing nice clean clothes today I guess?"

["But why is there a stain on your shirt?"]

["Wait and see."]

"I don't think you're wearing a clean shirt. There's something bright red and sticky on it."

[The chess piece spins]

"Gah! It's blood from where I accidentally cut myself from cooking last night!"

["Blood doesn't look like that!"]

["Wait and see."]

"I've accidentally cut my finger in school cooking before, blood isn't as bright and sticky as that stain."

[The chess piece breaks]

"Gahhhhhhh! Fine, I admit it, I did eat those biscuits!"

"It was easy to get him to tell the truth... and with that, it's checkmate."

[Logic Chess Complete]

"Miles that was fantastic!" Gregory cheered, "You really are like a little lawyer!"

"Raymond, why would you do this?" Miles asked him angrily.

"Raymond, you need to apologise, we were looking forward to eating those biscuits."

"I'm sorry!" Raymond apologised, "They looked too good to eat!"

"They may look good to eat, but you shouldn't eat things that aren't yours without permission." Gregory lectured, "You only needed to have asked and I would've let you have one."

"I'm sorry..." Raymond apologised.

"Just don't do it again, or I'll make you pay for my food when we go Signal Samurai merch shopping next!"

THE END.

[hikari-kaitou]

Capcom's Official AA Fanclub Surveys - DGS Edition

Many Western fans may be familiar with the Turnabout 4koma comics that get posted on the official AA fanclub site that Capcom runs, thanks to some lovely fans on tumblr and elsewhere who have shared their translations. What fewer people seem to know about is the character surveys.

Back in the old days, they used to hold a survey on Capcom's official AA fansite every few months where they'd write about the seasonal activities of a handful of characters and ask fans to vote for the funniest/most pleasant/strangest/etc answer.

They stopped doing them in like... 2016? 2017? The original text is lost for good as far as I can tell. Even the wayback machine couldn't help because the content was password locked and you can't get past the password wall while remaining in the archived version.

Fortunately, I saved some of my translations of them so I thought I’d share them.

Cut for length...

"February has begun, and the DGS cast is nearing the end of their journey aboard the RFS Alacrei. Which of them acted the most strangely?"

Ryuunosuke ~ Exhausted from his intensive study session, he decided to try some katana swinging practice as a change of pace and to combat his recent lack of exercise. But because he wasn't used to handling the katana, he swung it too hard and it went flying out of his hands and got stuck in the wall right next to Sherlock, who had just entered the room. Sherlock asked him, "aren't you supposed to be studying right now, Mr. Naruhodo?" and handcuffed him to his desk.

Susato- worked on developing a curriculum for Ryuunosuke. 'If we keep going at this pace, he won't be able to learn it all in time... It'll be hard on Naruhodo-sama, but we'll have to work hard through a couple of nights together.' With that thought, she created a harsh study schedule, and almost seemed to be looking forward to it for some reason.

Sherlock- Driven by excitement over the thought of returning to England after a long absence, he went up on deck to stare at the ocean. Being February, it was very cold out there and he ended up being chilled all the way to the tips of his fingers. He returned to the ship cabins and amused himself by putting his frozen hands on Ryuunosuke, who was stuck in his room studying.

Van Zieks- Upon hearing from Vortex that there was a Japanese exchange student coming to England to study law, he smashed a Lord's Bottle. He apparently also didn't care for the fact that that Japanese student wouldn't be alone, because he proceeded to shatter his chalice, too.

Hosonaga- in order to provide a respite from studying, he provided some hot chocolate. They enjoyed a pleasant tea time, marveling over how sweet and delicious the drink was until Sherlock piped up with some unnecessary trivia: 'Actually folks, chocolate has long been used in Europe as an aphrodisiac!' Everyone promptly spat it out."

"The long winter is nearly over and spring is on it's way, putting the DGS cast members in a celebratory mood. Who found the best way of enjoying spring?"

Ryuunosuke: the Yuumei University faculty members were holding a flower viewing event, and he joined the assistance committee. He exhausted himself keeping the blankets clean so the intense shower of flower petals wouldn't pile up too high on them, delivering sake and snacks, and mediating whatever pointless fights arose. To top it all off, for some reason his compensation was only a single piece of leftover candy. Talk about a sad result!

Susato- her father and the others living in his dormitory were  holding the flower viewing event, so she got up early to prepare the bentos. But her father carelessly forgot to tell her that they wanted tea cakes, so she had to go around the house and neighborhood collecting sweets. For some reason, she ended up being able to gather caramels, biscuits, candy sticks, basically everything but tea cakes, for the tea ceremony.

Sherlock- he disguised himself as a beat officer and infiltrated Scotland Yard to have some fun. There was a real beat officer napping on his feet in the spring sunshine, and while observing him, Sherlock ended up falling asleep too. Detective Gregson gave them a good scolding when he found them, but then Sherlock revealed his true identity with a "hey, it's me, folks!" "What the blazes do you think you're doing?!" Gregson shouted, his rage growing even more, and Sherlock ended up making a run for it.

Van Zieks- went to the vineyard to oversee the production of the contents of his Lord's Bottle. As he viewed the still unopened grape blossom buds, he thought about how they would someday grow up to fill his Lord's Bottle, and ended up going around to look at each one. But the farm hands couldn't stop wondering whether the bottle itself or its owner's heel might come flying at them and were quite uneasy.

Asougi: exhausted himself running around since early morning helping with the professors' flower viewing event. When it was over, he took a break, sharing his reward candy stick [the name of the candy literally translates to 1,000 year candy] with Ryuunosuke, who had also been helping out. 

"I wonder if the candy's effect is halved if you share it with someone."

"That still gives us 500 years."

They laughed and enjoyed looking at the flowers until dark. Then they parted ways with a handshake and a "see you later, best friend."

(This one was something about celebrating New Years. For some reason I didn't save the original question)

"Ryuunosuke ~ To celebrate New Years, he planned to pound mochi with everyone at the office. He somehow managed to get his hands on some mochi rice and he and Sherlock started pounding. Iris was having such fun watching them that she steamed a whole bunch more mochi rice so they could have some to share, and he and Sherlock spent the whole evening pounding mochi like crazy.

Asougi~ Because it's New Years, he went around to a bunch of shrines. When he drew his new year's fortune, he got a "horrible luck" result. "I'm not worried about it," he claimed, and headed up to the mountains early on New Years morning and work hard on a full training course of purification by water, meditation under a waterfall and wooden sword practice. It seems that he was working really hard to clear his mind of all earthly thoughts

Sherlock- Agreed to help Ryuunosuke pound mochi. As Ryuunosuke was flipping the mochi over, he carelessly dropped his badge into the bowl and Sherlock mixed it in without noticing, so they had to crack open both the hard and soft mochi to look for it. Fortunately they found it in the 4th one they checked, but apparently Sherlock got his hands and face covered in sticky white mochi in the process.

Susato- Wore a furisode and went with her father to do the first shrine visit of the year. The shrine was incredibly crowded and they had to wait in line for a long time, but she brought the Encyclopaedia of British Law and a copy of the Strand Magazine in her sleeves to secretly read as they waited so she actually ended up enjoying the wait.

Van Zieks- Ryuunosuke cheerfully gave him some mochi as a New Year’s (which at that time was celebrated at the same time as the Chinese New Year) gift, which he accepted confusedly, wondering “...Can the Japanese not even keep track of when the New Year is?” Because Ryuunosuke referred to it as a rice cake, he tried to eat it like a regular cake without softening it with heat first. It was so hard that he couldn’t imagine how it could possibly be food, and ended up misunderstanding the Japanese even more!

"Autumn has arrived, and the weather is starting to cool off, which means that everyone is becoming more active. Which character chose the most pleasant autumn activity to keep busy with?"

Iris was making bread but her hands are small and it’s difficult for her to knead the dough, so she asked for Ryuunosuke’s help. She wanted to make enough to hand out to Gina and all the other homeless children in the East End, so she made a massive amount and Ryuunosuke was stuck kneading this massive mountain of bread dough all day. Apparently he became such a expert at kneading that he could be a baker now.

Asougi was practicing with his sword, slicing autumn-colored ginko leaves as they fell from the tree. He cut so many leaves, though, that he ended up making a big mess on the ground, the number of fallen leaves now having increased, and it took him a long time to clean it all up.    

Sherlock: Ryuunosuke told him that he was making anpan (bread filled with sweet red bean paste, the bane of my Asian-dwelling existance) and asked Sherlock to help by being in charge of getting the poppy seeds they’d need to sprinkle on top, so Sherlock went out and gathered a ton of poppy seeds. In fact, he got so many of them that no one knew what to do with them all cuz they had a huge amount of leftovers. Sherlock said, “Well, they’re only the size of poppy seeds! Surely you two can deal with them somehow! Ahahaha!” and Iris scolded him.   

(I couldn’t capture it in English, but Sherlock’s line contained a pun, and a pretty stupid one at that, so that’s part of why he got scolded)

It’s grape harvesting season, so Van Zieks commutes to the winery regularly to direct the production of the contents for his “Lord’s Bottle.” He demands perfection in everything from the selection of the grapes to the way they’re squeezed, and the winery staff is terrified by the “grim reaper’s” gaze and heel swinging (i.e. the leg thing he does in court) so they grumble as they work. 

"Hearing that there’s a holiday in the West called Halloween, the people involved with the court in Japan decided to try it out themselves. Naturally Halloween is a big deal in England as well. So, which member of the DGS cast had the best celebration?"

Team Ryuunosuke and Asougi- Asougi got Naruhodo up on his shoulders and they draped a white sheet over themselves to make a ghost costume. They went out like that, but Naruhodo had such exaggerated reactions to the fear of the people who saw them and to bumping his head on tree branches that they ended up losing their balance and falling on top of each other?!   

Sherlock Holmes- went wearing a horse’s head mask. Iris used her skills to make it a fancy horse covered in stars, but the eye holes weren’t well made and he had to wander around blindly. Because of that he tripped hard over a pile of coal! He ended up getting so dirty that the stars on his costume were covered up!

Van Zieks- took inspiration from his nickname and dressed up as the grim reaper. He covered himself up with a skeleton mask and hood figuring no one would know it was him. Unfortunately he got angry when he saw Megundal (McGilded) pass by and started throwing bottles and glasses and ended up giving himself away.

"November has arrived, and autumn is nearing its end. However, the DGS cast is still keeping busy, even on their days off. Which character chose the most interesting way to spend their late autumn day?"

Ryuunosuke- Thinking that he’d better learn more about British culture if he was going to be a defense attorney in Britain, he went down to the East End with Gina for a little observation. However, because an Asian like him stood out so much, he got mobbed by the other children. On top of it all, his arm band got stolen from him and he had to send a replacement request to Yumei University on the other side of the ocean.

Asougi- He went for a meal at La Quantas. The customer at a nearby table got a persimmon for dessert and scarfed it down, saying “Mm! This is it! This sweetness makes it worthy of being called a treasure among foods!” Asougi tried to comment on this by saying, “The customer at that table sure is enjoying his pershim--gak!” but he may or may not have accidentally bitten his tongue in the process and been unable to finish his sentence.

Iris- She accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and prepared a bagpipe and kilt costume for him. “This outfit sure is breezy,” Ryuunosuke said shyly upon trying it on. With Ryuunosuke now dressed, he, Iris, and the others from their office headed over to Gregson’s place to get him to treat them to some fish and chips.   

Sherlock- He accepted Ryuunosuke’s request to learn more about British culture and cooked up some European style curry for dinner. Thanks to the fact that his secret ingredient was a large amount of Chinese herbal medicine style spice, it caused some strange side effects and Ryuunosuke, who’d eaten it, ended up passing out and falling over.

“Another taxing trial for Ryuunosuke has finished and now it’s December. As the year draws to a close, which character acts the strangest?”

Ryuunosuke- he was recruited to help with snow removal around Yumei University and the courthouse and he enthusiastically began his task with the help of a large shovel. He got a little carried away, though, and ended up accidentally burying his umbrella, which he’d left propped up against the side of the building, in the snow he’d just finished shoveling.  He had no choice but to share Asougi’s umbrella on the way home.

Asougi- On the way home, he nods silently to Ryuunosuke’s question of whether he’d finished his travel preparations and changes the subject: “...Come to think of it, it seems that tomorrow is celebrated in the West as God’s birthday.” “I’ve heard that they eat chicken as part of the traditional celebration. Wanna try it?” Ryuunosuke asks invitingly. Asougi is strongly opposed to that particular menu item, however, and they end up going out for their usual beef stew that night instead.           

Susato- in addition to her year-end travel preparations, she also was busy with straightening up the book room in her home. She managed to get the law books in order when she suddenly stumbled upon some old issues of Strand Magazine! She hurried through the rest of her cleaning, then began flipping through the magazines she’d found, trying to decide which to take with her on her trip. She accidentally lost herself in her reading and didn’t realize it until it was already the middle of the night.

Sherlock- he was in the middle of a long ship voyage when Christmas night came. His mind on his partner in a far-off country, he made a toast alone on deck, when suddenly the crew began shooting off fireworks with a cry of “Merry Christmas!” Sherlock had to dart back and forth across the deck to prevent the fireworks from hitting him and setting off the explosive chemicals he carries with him.

Main series edition

[magnoliae]

ty for the tag @jasmineteabag !!

Rules: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Favourite colour(s): green, pink and brown !! any warm rich colours though

Favourite food: Id do anything for rhubarb and custard sweets

Song stuck in your head: I dont want it by crawlers. also teenage dirtbag bc the party outside is blasting it across the county

Last thing you googled: a bus schedule. girls got places to go !

Time: 23:02

Dream trip: anywhere that I could see the aurora borealis

Last book you read: convenience store woman by sayaka murata. keikos just like me fr

Last book you enjoyed reading: convenience store woman!! I also reread howls moving castle again which is always heartwarming

Last book you hated reading: not too sure tbh?? wait my driving theory textbooks hate the roads hate the law

Favourite thing to cook/bake: spiced biscuits or apple crumble.

Most niche dislike: ok this is mainly bc I just finished work but if you ever put your bottles up right on the conveyer belt the cashier hates you btw /j. just put any bottles or big items or its side parallel to the sides of the belt it makes my job so much easier and youre not mad the drinks fizzing or whatever

Opinion on the circus: Ive only been a few times as a kid but it was quite nice if very overwhelming. you cant keep animals in the circus in the UK so its mainly just acrobatics and clowns. I think Im pretty ambivalent to circuses (turnabout big top dni)

Do you have a sense of direction: yeah actually! its largely built up from years of hiking, but I can orientate myself and follow a map well enough

open tag for anyone who wants to!!

also empty questions under the cut for copy pasting

Favourite colour(s):

Favourite food:

Song stuck in your head:

Last thing you googled:

Time:

Dream trip:

Last book you read:

Last book you enjoyed reading:

Last book you hated reading:

Favourite thing to cook/bake:

Most niche dislike:

Opinion on the circus:

Do you have a sense of direction:

[marshmallowprotection]

hi! could i request an imagine where mc feeds ray? sorry im just constantly in the mood for fluff haha

“I made this spread for you, Y/N.” 

“It’s amazing.” 

Ray had really outdone himself this time. He must have gotten up really early in the morning to make sure that he had everything ready by brunch because there was no way that he had baked everything when he asked you if you wanted to go and eat with him today. 

That was an hour before he dropped by your room to come and get you. 

There was a table in the table that was set up with all kinds of sweetbreads and tea cakes. There was also tea, sugar, biscuits, all sorts of yummy treats that you couldn’t even recall the names for. He had put a lot of work into this and you could tell that he was tired. 

Had he even gotten some sleep last night? He probably hadn’t, he never usually got enough for himself. You looked across the table at him with a warm smile on your face. He’s always sleepy. He spoils you too much sometimes and you wish that you could spoil him.

Taking a bit of the cake in front of you, you sigh contentedly as you taste what he made again. He was really a great and amazing baker. It wasn’t fair! You could barely cook some toast without burning it. He went to all of this trouble for you and he hadn’t even taken a bite himself. 

That wouldn’t do. 

You pressed your fork into the cake in front of you and took a little scoop, then you leaned across the table and looked into his mint eyes, “Open up!” you tease him. 

“Y-Y/N! What are you doing?” His cheeks turn a shade of pink and he tries to look away but you persist on your wants for him. He parts his lips and you sink the pastry into his mouth. He takes it, chews, and then swallows. 

“How’s it taste?” you asked. 

Ray can do nothing but stare back into your expectant bright eyes and smile. He is clearly embarrassed but at the same time, he seems really happy that you did that for him. “It’s good, it’s really good... but it tastes... a lot sweeter coming from you, prince(ss).” 

Perhaps he’s thinking about the fact that you used the same utensil for him that had been pressed against your own lips not even a moment prior. He was really starting hard at them. 

You can only giggle at that. “Well, do you want some more? I know you made this for me but I want you to enjoy your work with me! It wouldn’t be fun for you otherwise. C’mon, open up! I know you love strawberries.” 

Ray is clearly flustered. “O-Only... Only if you’ll allow me the chance to feed you as well, okay? I know you like blueberries the best, right?” 

“Of course!” you replied, eyelashes fluttering innocently as if that hadn’t been your plan from the start. “Turnabout play is fair, after all, Ray. It would be mean to not let you feed me too. But first, let me spoil you just a bit. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. You’ve been working so hard for me lately... I want to treat my prince special.”  

Ray sputters, as he had picked up his tea to take a sip, only to try to cover up his coughing and how flustered he was. He swallows and tries to keep his cool but it’s clear to you that he can’t handle you calling him that nickname. It makes you decide that you’re going to do that again and again. 

“C’mon, open up! You have to try this next, my prince!” 

It was going to be a long brunch, Ray thought and prayed. 

[aswithasunbeam]

Recovery, a Hamliza fanfic, Chapter 2 / 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Summary: Yellow Fever was no small illness to overcome. Hamilton and Eliza head for Albany once they’re deemed well enough to travel, but Eliza can’t shake the feeling that something is still wrong with her husband.

The carriage ride to her parent’s estate felt interminable. The green tinge had left her husband’s cheeks almost as soon as his feet touched dry land, but he still looked tired. They had been forced to undergo a medical exam on the opposite side of the river, and to leave most of their belongings behind before being allowed on their way. Their servant had loaded their trunks onto her father’s coach, which Philip Schuyler had waiting for them at the docks as their own was left across the river with their horses and the rest of their staff. Hamilton had given her his hand to assist her into the coach despite the fact that he was the one looking ill and unsteady on his feet. She had sighed at his stubborn chivalry but accepted his hand.

The coach bumped along the road to the Pastures. Eliza had started the journey sitting across from her husband. His eyes kept slipping closed and flying back open as the wheels jostled over uneven dirt and rocky patches. After several minutes of watching this, she swung herself around to sit beside him.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a furrowed brow.

“Lean your head on my shoulder,” she directed. Her weight beside him would brace him, and he would rest easier on her shoulder than with his head against the bumping coach.

“I assure you I’m quite well, my darling,” he insisted.

She fought back the urge to huff in irritation. Instead, she grabbed a fistful of his tailcoat and tugged him towards her until his head rested against her. She brushed a palm over his cheek and pressed a kiss against the crown of his head. The tension slowly left his shoulders and he made no effort to move for the rest of the trip.

The sight of her childhood home made her feel almost giddy with relief. Finally, they could rest properly. A real bed, good hot food, and the comfort of her family would soon restore her beloved husband to health, she was sure of it. Hamilton sat up and adjusted his coat when the coach came to a stop. She reached over to adjust his cravat, then looked up into his eyes. He shifted forward slightly to press a soft kiss onto her lips.

The coach door opened and he stepped out, again holding a hand out to help her down.

Five of their children were lined up before them, along with Eliza’s parents, younger siblings, and the house staff. A maid held little Johnny, who had just passed his first year a few weeks earlier. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her children.

Philip, Angelica, Fanny and little Alex all seemed to be making a supreme effort to stay standing quietly. Propriety and tradition dictated that Hamilton and Eliza greet her parents first and then work their way down the line of family and staff that had assembled to greet them. Jamie, just five years old, could not contain himself. Philip made a belated grab for his little brother, but Jamie broke out at a run towards his parents.

“Mama! Papa!” he cried, running straight into Eliza’s arms and clutching her with surprising strength. She knew she ought to scold him. Instead, she knelt down and nearly crushed the little boy in her embrace.

“Yes, all right, come on then,” she heard her husband chuckle beside her. She looked up to see four more of her children break from the line and race towards them. Philip and Alex latched themselves onto their father, and Angelica flopped to her knees and wrapped her thin little arms around her mother and little brother. Fanny bounced on her toes behind her, clutching at Eliza’s arm with a surprisingly firm grip.

“We thought we would never see you again,” Alex cried dramatically, though his voice was muffled from having his face pressed firmly against his father’s waistcoat.

“Are you and Mama well, now, Papa?” Philip asked. “The papers kept saying how everyone was dying of the fever. We were so worried.”

“Your mama and I are just fine, son,” Hamilton cooed, ruffling the mop of curly brown hair atop their eldest son’s head. “All the better now for seeing you.”

“I didn’t want to be an orphan,” Jamie said seriously as he pulled away from Eliza.

Both Eliza and Hamilton laughed.

“And you are not, my sweet boy,” Hamilton assured him.

Jamie launched himself at his father next, leaping up into his arms. Angelica followed, catching Hamilton around the waist and squeezing him tight. Fanny gave Eliza’s arm one last squeeze before lunging for Hamilton as well, wrapping her arms around his left leg and holding on for dear life. Eliza smiled fondly at the scene as Philip and Alex scrambled to latch on to her.  When the maid walked over to hand Johnny to her, Eliza took the infant into her arms and inhaled his delicious baby smell deeply.

“I’m so pleased to see you both in good health,” Philip Schuyler stated as he walked over to them. Eliza’s mother followed, smiling widely in welcome.

“Yes, you gave us all quite a fright,” Kitty Schuyler added. She kissed Hamilton and then Eliza on the cheek in greeting.

Eliza’s father embraced her warmly and added, “Come inside and settle in. You must be exhausted from your journey.”

“It was somewhat trying,” Eliza agreed, still holding Johnny close.

She looked over at Hamilton and smiled to see Jamie still clinging to his neck like a monkey. Her husband grinned at her as he patted the boys back. Their four older children seemed reluctant to be more than a step away from their parents. Angelica had moved back beside her and was gripping at her skirt as she walked. Fanny was on her other side. Eliza felt slightly concerned the girl would trip, as her eyes stayed locked on her parents. Philip appeared half determined to trip his father he was hovering so close. Little Alex was walking a step behind her husband, his eyes jealously watching Jamie, as though he wished he were the one being carried inside.

“Come sit and have some hot tea,” Kitty invited.

They settled into the parlor. Hamilton seemed to have difficulty extracting himself from Jamie’s hold, but after some prodding the little boy was sitting at his side with a biscuit in hand. Her husband accepted his cup of tea gratefully. He turned down the offered food.

Eliza felt slightly famished and ate heartily as her father updated her husband about the goings on of Albany. She looked over at her eldest son and noticed him grinning at her. She grinned back and blew him a kiss. Philip pretended to catch it, making her chuckle.

The laugh caught Hamilton’s attention, and he looked from her to his son. “Pip, it is such a lovely day outside. Perhaps you could take Alex and Jamie out to play for a while before it gets dark?”

“May I go, too, Papa?” Angelica asked eagerly.

Hamilton eyed his daughter’s white dress hesitantly then glanced at Eliza. Eliza shrugged. It would hardly be the first time her daughter ruined a dress by playing with her brothers. She supposed it was a fair turnabout for the all the dresses she’d ruined as a girl wandering around the woods of Saratoga.

“Yes, all right,” her husband agreed. “Just, try to keep from ruining that pretty dress?”

“Of course, Papa,” Angelica said sweetly, kissing her father on the cheek. Hamilton shook his head and glanced at her again. They shared a skeptical smile.

Fanny stayed seated on the sofa, looking at her own blush pink dress with concern.

“Would you like to go, too, sweetheart?” Eliza asked.

Fanny’s bright blue eyes tracked between them and she nodded. “Yes, Mama.”

“Off you go, then,” Hamilton laughed. The younger girl required no additional warning for her pretty dress. Fanny primly lowered herself down from the sofa and walked passed her father to follow her siblings outside. Hamilton grinned and grabbed her round the middle, tickling her sides as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head. She shrieked with laughter.

“Papa, you’ll make my hair all messy,” she scolded through her giggles.

“I would not dream of it, my dear little lady,” Hamilton assured with faux gravity as he released her.

The children filed out of the room, breaking into excited chatter as soon as they were in the foyer. Kitty smiled at Eliza warmly and commented, “Your homecoming has put them all in much better spirits. They have been a gloomy, grave bunch the past weeks.”

“We’ve missed them terribly as well,” Eliza said, still grinning at the door where her children’s voices were growing fainter as they moved outside.

“We should leave the ladies to their tea, should we not, my dear Hamilton?” Her father quickly jumped at the opportunity to steal her husband away into his office to talk business.

“Of course, sir,” Hamilton agreed easily, rising with her father. He gave the aging General a minutes head start, stretching subtly and leaning down to kiss Eliza on the crown of the head. She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him.

“I’ll see you at supper, my darling,” he whispered. She nodded agreeably as he followed her father’s slow path out of the parlor.  

“Would you like more to eat, my dearest?” Kitty asked softly.

Eliza nodded, breathing in the comforts of home.

 ~*~

“Eliza?”

Eliza groaned and rolled away from the hand shaking her shoulder.

“Eliza? Sweetheart?”

“What?” she asked sleepily, her eyes still squeezed shut.

“Would…would you get me some tea?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she reluctantly opened her eyes. The windows behind the curtains were still pitch black with night. Whatever could he possibly want with tea in the middle of the night?

“Tea?” she repeated.

“Chamomile, please,” he requested softly.

Confusion gave way to concern. He only drank chamomile when his stomach felt queasy. “Are you feeling ill?”

She heard him swallow thickly before answering, “Just a touch of indigestion, I think. It makes it difficult to sleep.”

She believed his stomach was unsettled, but she doubted indigestion was the cause. She wondered silently if his stomach had been bothering him on the sloop the night before as well. Pulling herself from the blessedly soft bed, she slipped into a robe and assured him, “I’ll be back in a moment, darling.” She padded her way down to the kitchen in the dark, knowing the route so well she had no need of a candle.

She finally lit one after arriving in the kitchen. The kettle clattered loudly as she pulled it out to fill it with water from one of the bowls left out by the servants the night before. The fire had mostly burned down, but she added a log and stoked it to get it going again before hanging the kettle up to heat. It would not take long. He liked his chamomile tea more warm than hot. She set about looking for the tea, sure her parents would have some. It was a common remedy for a troubled stomach. She found it, pulled the kettle away from the fire, and prepared a small cup.

When she made her way back to her room, candle in hand this time, she found her husband sitting up in bed with his head back against the headboard. One hand rested over his abdomen, the other against his temple. Worry sprang up within her once more.

“Tea, my love,” she whispered.

“Thank you, dearest,” he whispered back, reaching out for the tea cup.

She set the candle on the bedside table and sat on the bed beside him. He sipped slowly at the tea, one hand still cradling his abdomen as he drank. Several silent minutes passed before he set down the cup on his side table and laid back against the pillows.

“Did that help?” Eliza asked.

“Enough, I think, to help me sleep,” he answered drowsily.

His breathing was already starting to even out as she blew out the candle and settled in beside him once more. She wriggled onto her side to look at him in the dark. He had seemed better today. He had played with the children, and had a full, heaping plate of pork, onions and rice at supper. Now she was worried again. Why was he still ill?

She moved her arm hesitantly towards him, then thought better of it and pulled back. Biting her lip, she considered for a moment before whispering, “Hamilton?”

“Mm,” he hummed.

“May I hold you?”

He gave a sleepy chuckle. “We have been married thirteen years, and you still feel you need to ask?”

“I thought  it might be uncomfortable for you, as you’re feeling unwell,” she explained.

He stretched his arm towards her in invitation. She adjusted closer to him as his arm wrapped around her to pull her in.

“Just…not my belly, perhaps,” he added with a sigh.

“Of course,” she agreed easily. She placed her arm high on his chest to avoid brushing his troubled middle. His breath displaced some loose hair around her face, tickling her cheeks lightly. She adjusted her head a little, keeping it pillowed on his shoulder as she squeezed him against her gently. She fell back to sleep to the sound of his steady breathing.

[prosecutorsoffice]

Headcanons

Miles's Headcanons

Miles is the second child and only son of Misty Fey and Gregory Edgeworth. His father took him away when he was just a few months old, so Miles never knew about his mother's whereabouts (wether he's aware of his relation to the Fey Clan may vary according to the thread).

He's demisexual.

He's huge Steel Samurai fan. He started watching the show when it was first aired, when he and his friends were children, and would secretly watch it with Franziska when Von Karma wasn't around.

His ‘Logic Chess’ ability is a different form of the Magatama powers: instead of Psyche-Locks, Miles sees chess pieces protecting people’s secrets. This ability is entirely natural, probably as a result of his Fey blood; carrying a Magatama makes it more powerful.

He’s very good at playing chess, keeping a chessboard with red and blue pieces at home and on his office desk.

While he was born in America, he spent the first few years of his childhood in England. He and his father moved back to California around the time Miles started elementary school.

He can speak English and German quite fluently.

He usually speaks with a faintly noticeable British accent, which tends to slip in favor of a more American one when frustrated or enraged. He may also pepper his speech with German words in such situations.

His favorite beverage is tea, which he drink with neither milk nor honey.

He often had nightmares about the DL-6 Incident, even after Von Karma’s arrest. Sometimes they get so bad he can’t sleep without taking some sleeping pills, although he only does so rarely, not wanting to grow addicted to it. Having Pess (or just about anyone he trusts) around helps a lot with his nightmares.

He got his pet dog, a female Pomeranian named Pess, when he was nine-year-old, as shown in Turnabout Promise (Episode 13 of the Ace Attorney anime). Pess dies of old age sometime after Trials and Tribulations.

He has severe seismophobia (fear of earthquake) and mild claustrophobia (fear of enclosed spaces). While he only feels uncomfortable in small spaces (unless it's elevators, which he avoids like the plague), his seismophobia is so bad he faints at the slightest tremor (he even faints during turbolences in airplanes).

His soft spot for young girls (such as Franziska, Maya, Pearl, Trucy and Kay) stems from his relationships with his niece, the daughter of Franziska's older sister. He's very much a doting uncle to her.

Even though he never replied to Phoenix’s letters, Miles kept all of them. They’re some of his most precious possessions.

After Turnabout Goodbyes, with the change in Miles's methods and attitude, people stops referring to him as the 'Demon Prosecutor'. From then on, he's sometimes referred to as the 'Steel Prosecutor' (both a reference to his nerves of steel and love for Steel Samurai, the latter being more of an inside joke among those who know about Miles's love of the series).

While he's not much of a sweet tooth, he has a fondness for sweets served for teatime (such as teacakes and biscuits).

Klavier's Headcanons

He's bisexual.

He's actually German. He was born in Germany and moved to America a little while before he started attending Themis Legal Academy.

He and his brother Kristoph never had a close relationship due to the age difference and their clashing personalities, but Klavier still admired his brother up until his arrest.

After Kristoph's arrest, Klavier took in Vongole, Kristoph's pet dog, a Golden Retriever.

He was really close to Constance Courte.

Simon's Headcanons

He's demisexual.

He's half-Japanese.

He has nightmares quite often, mostly about the time spent in prison, the phantom killing Athena and Athena being declared guilty.

He has insomnia, which he developed in prison due to having to constantly watch his back. He refuses to take sleeping pills unless extremely necessary though.

He's a skilled swordsman and often carries a sheated katana with him undee his coat after he's freed.

He's fond of birds in general.

He sees Athena as a little sister.

Nayhuta's Headcanons

He's pansexual.

When his younger sister was born, he was very doting and protective. Nowadays, he's forced to act distant towards her, but given the chance he'd revert back to his doting older brother self.

[annaofaza]

46 Hartwin for 'SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC'?

46. nanny/single parent au

I thought I’d write a part two to this ficlet I did a while back. 

Harry always thought that nannies were for children whose parents couldn’t bother to do actual parenting. He remembered going over to his friends’ houses and seeing the parents either locked up in a study or simply not there, then waving aside or accepting offers of tea and biscuits from a frazzled-looking (usually) older woman. Whenever his peers complained about their mum and dad not showing up for this or that, Harry always felt a soft of smug superiority that at least one of his parents or a close family relative came to support him and didn’t just send the butler in their places. He’d promised himself that if he ever had children—a thought that had diminished quite considerably since joining Kingsman—he wouldn’t be like those parents.

And now, he has joined their ranks. He’s certain Eggsy looks upon him with the same disdain he’d had—turnabout’s fair play, he supposed—thinking him another of those uptight snobs who see children as, at best, their heirs and spares, and at worst, utter nuisances and a stain on the family name. 

You don’t understand, he wants to say, but he’s certain it won’t do him any good, especially since Eggsy, as a civilian, cannot know about Kingsman being more than a tailor shop. Instead, he gets woken up early by pots and pans clanging in the kitchen and goes downstairs to see Eggsy whipping up breakfast for Roxy and Daisy. Harry tried to join them, but he and Roxy barely could say two words to each other, much less to Eggsy or his little sister, so he ended up slipping out as quietly as possible, texting Eggsy instructions while in the cab. 

And does he feel like a prat while typing please make sure Roxy practices her violin and do let me know about her progress in mathematics? Yes, he does. 

Moreover, Harry feels guilty—and more and more frustrated. He finds himself cursing at everyone, at Arthur for keeping him after hours, at Merlin for frustratingly steady patience, at some of knights who make jokes about his new fatherhood and no wife, at the staff who manage to shove a sympathy casserole or covered dish on his way out, at James for not finishing his mission up faster, and at—most unfairly—Alastair for dying and leaving Harry in charge of his daughter. 

He wants to snap at Eggsy, too, but the young man is only doing his job. It’s not Eggsy’s fault that Harry can charm targets into giving up their passcodes and intel but can’t seem to say more than three sentences to Roxy. 

Tonight, Harry comes home after one of those missions that show the uglier, twisted part of humanity, his ribs aching and head still pulsing from the blast of the hand grenade. Given the lateness of the hour, he feels like a cheating husband sneaking back into his own house while turning the key in the lock and stepping inside to see Eggsy, who’s putting a plate in the dishwasher.

Eggsy turns, nodding in his direction. "Hey.”

“Hello,” Harry replies, setting his umbrella by the door and divesting himself of his coat. “I do apologize for keeping you up late. I’m sure you want to go home.” 

Eggsy only shrugs. 

“You are welcome to stay here, of course,” Harry says. “There’s some extra toiletries in the downstairs bathroom, and you may have…” He pauses, remembering that Roxy now resides in the guest bedroom. “You may have my bed, if you wish,” he finishes. “You and Daisy.”

“Daisy’s with Roxy, actually,” Eggsy says quietly. “And I don’t mind taking the couch. Really.”

Harry thinks back to all those times he’s come home late, Eggsy either tidying up or dozing on the couch, and wonders if Eggsy had been in a proper bed at all this month. “No, I insist. Allow me to change the sheets and covers as well. I’m not expected at work until eleven tomorrow anyway.” Eggsy hesitates, and Harry continues, a note of insistence in his tone, “Please. It’s the last I can offer.”

Eggsy then slowly nods, then turns back to the sink to wash his hands. “Thank you,” he says, “and if you haven’t eaten, I made Roxy something, so you can heat up the leftovers.” 

“Much obliged,” Harry says, then opens the refrigerator. There’s a baking dish of shepherd’s pie, and he lades out a portion for himself and puts it in the microwave. “Would you…?”

Eggsy waves his hand. “Already ate.”

Harry lingers by the microwave, resisting the urge to fidget, all while Eggsy slowly dries his hands and puts the kettle on. “Tea?” 

“Please,” Harry says, then steps forward. “Allow me, please. I don’t expect you to serve me in any way. Sit down.” 

Eggsy obeys, taking a seat in the dining room, then clears his throat. “Uh, Roxy got into bed all right. I’ve been checking up on her every so often. No…nightmares yet. And my sister’s with her, just to keep her company.” He twists his fingers in his lap. “She’s been doing good during the day, too. Keeps up her lessons and all. And even though she and Daisy are years apart, they seem to get along. Roxy’s even teaching her some stuff.” 

“That’s very good,” Harry says, then takes the shepherd’s pie out and sits down across from Eggsy, keeping an ear out for the kettle. 

“And Roxy says she’s ready to go back to school,” Eggsy reports. 

Harry nods slowly. He’d been meaning to find a time to suggest that. “She can keep the tutor if she wants. She has no obligation—”

“No,” Eggsy says, “I think she wants to…try to get back to normal. Bury herself in routine, mundane sh—stuff like schoolwork and sports and gossip so she can forget.”

“I understand.” Harry takes a bite of the shepherd’s pie, eyes widening slightly before asking, “Did you make this?” 

“Yeah. Sorry, is it—”

“No, it’s good. Better than good.” Harry stares at the flaky crust and tiny pieces of vegetables and beef, then puts it down on his plate with a clatter. “Fuck. I’m a shit guardian.“

Eggsy visibly startles, but Harry continues, a bit bitterly, "I knew I couldn’t do it. Alastair, her father…for some reason left Roxy’s care up to me, and…I’ve never had children of my own. Not even a younger sibling—only child.”

“Then why did he leave you with her?” Eggsy asks, and although Harry knows this tone—coaxing, ready to reassure him that Alastair chose Harry for some untapped pore rental Harry hasn’t realized—he scoffs.

“Well, I wasn’t his first choice,” Harry says dryly. “His partner was next.”

“Where is he?” Eggsy asks. 

Harry sighs, knowing what he’s about to say will make James seems like an irresponsible prat. “Not…in London at the moment.” Eggsy frowns, but says nothing, though his expressions speaks volumes. “He wants to come home. But…” What can he say? Business trip? “He’s indisposed.”

Eggsy raises his eyebrows. “Right.”

Harry decides to move on: “And this is why I cannot thank you enough. For doing what I am failing to do.” He takes a few more bites of the dinner Eggsy prepared, feeling guilt rise up at the memories of takeaways and restaurants for Roxy. Why hadn’t he tried making her something other than eggs and cereal? Had he even been home long enough to do more than that?

“Look,” Eggsy finally says, “I can’t say I know you very well. But it sounds like you were…you got thrown into this pretty fast, and it ain’t easy, especially with someone else sort of taking your place. Or your friend’s place. But I’ve talked to Roxy.”

“And she hates me.” 

“No, she doesn’t. She likes you. She thinks you’re cool, and guv, that’s a good compliment from an eight-year-old. It’s just…” Eggsy struggles for a moment, then continues, “She’s still grieving. She wants her dad back…and her other dad back, too. And she thinks…she wants you here, too, but doesn’t know if you want her.” 

Harry closes his eyes. “I thought she didn’t want me.” He then shakes his head. “I’ve been such a…” There’s not even a word for it, is it? 

Eggsy’s hand moves across the table, then draws back, uncertain. “You’re not…”

“I am,” Harry finishes. “And I need to do better.” The kettle finally goes off, and he rises, taking two cups out of the cupboard and preparing the only tea he has, a dull Earl Grey. Handing a steaming mug to Eggsy, Harry takes his seat again, holding his own between his palms, and looks at Eggsy, young and tired but sitting up to listen to an old man’s problems. “Perhaps you can help me.”

Eggsy nods, and there may be a ghost of a smile forming. “Maybe I can.”

[jimpotters]

“i swear to merlin, james, if you take the last biscuit i’ll...do something to you. I don’t know what yet but as soon as these NEWTs are over and i can think straight, something’s gonna happen to your arse.”

“...”

“you already ate it, didn’t you?”

“maybe. i’ll buy you more.”

“nope; you took something of mine so now turnabout’s fair play.”

“you’re gonna take something of mine? what? you’ve already got my heart and my wizard-to-muggle record converter”

“my most prized possession”

“...you’re talking about the record converter aren’t you?”

“obviously. but i’m thinking of something else.”

“like what?”

“i’m not sure. maybe your last name. that sound good?”

“sounds good to me, you complete dork.”

“shut up, potter, that was smooth as fuck.”

[magentasky234]

Gregory Edgeworth Week 2021- Day 4: Dessert

I've had a headcanon for a while now that Miles calls Jam Creams 'defense attorney biscuits' because they look like a defense attorney's badge. This prompt has made me finally write my headcanon after over year of wanting to write it.

This story has two parts. The second part will be made on Day 6- Pretend.

Gregory Edgeworth Week is ran by @digitalstowaway!

Turnabout Biscuits, Part 1

"Miles, it's time to go grocery shopping!" Gregory called out to his son.

"Coming!" Miles responded from down the hallway.

They both put their shoes on and went out to the car.

"All strapped in?" Gregory asked, turning his head backwards to face Miles. Miles nodded his head, letting Gregory know he was strapped in.

"Off we go then!" Gregory announced, and began to drive to the supermarket.

They soon arrived at the supermarket. The first 20 minutes were spent collecting vital things needed for the week such as food and toiletries. When they reached the toys and media aisle, Miles made a beeline for the DVDs.

"Father look!" Miles exclaimed, pointing at a large DVD case,  "There's a Signal Samurai boxset on offer!" Gregory knelt down to look at the price. It was $19.99 for 8 seasons of Signal Samurai.

"That seems like a reasonable price." Gregory told Miles, "Do you want this as an early birthday present?"

"Ooh yes please father!" Miles smiled wide.

Gregory smiled back and put it into the shopping trolley, as Miles cheered beside him.

"Into the trolley it goes." Gregory thought aloud.

"Thank you father!" Miles thanked.

Gregory nodded his head.

"You're welcome."

Milee had a quick look at the Signal Samurai toys but decided to move on.

After a few more aisles, they reached the assorted sweet treats aisle.

"Would you like something for

dessert later?" Gregory offered.

"Yes please!" Miles grinned, "There's something I specifically want."

"Oh, what is it?" Gregory asked.

"Defense attorney biscuits!" Miles half-shouted.

Gregory lifted up a brow quizzingly.

"Defense attorney biscuits?"

Miles ran over to a shelf and grabbed a pack of biscuits to show Gregory.

"Defense attorney biscuits!" Miles repeated with more enthusiasm.

Gregory looked down at the biscuits in his son's hands. They were Jam Creams- two swirl shaped biscuits, with jam and cream inside. The pattern of the biscuits looked similar to q defense attorney's badge.

"Ah, like a defense attorney's badge!" Gregory deduced, finally realising what Miles meant, "I see now."

"Can we have them then?" Miles pleaded.

Gregory looked down at his son's pleading face and smiled.

"Of course son. Defense attorneys have to have a tea break after all."

"Oh yeah if course!" Miles laughed softly, "Thanks Father!"

"You're welcome, Miles." Gregory replied.

They then went to the checkout and bought everything they had in their trolley, including the Signal Samurai boxset and defense attorney biscuits.

After that, they went home and had dinner.

"Thank you for my lovely dinner father." Miles thanked politely, "Please may I have some defense attorney's biscuits?"

"Yes you may." Gregory nodded, "I'll have some too."

They both grabbed a biscuit. Before Gregory could eat his, Miles stopped him.

"Father!" he shouted excitedly, "Can we pretend that these are attorney's badges so that we can point and shout those things you say in court?"

"Sure son, let's give it a try." Gregory encouraged.

The two of them stood, biscuit badges at the ready. In unison, they pointed, shouting "Objection!", "Take That!", "Hold it!" and Eureka!".

"That was amazing!" Miles beamed.

"You'd make a great lawyer my dear son." Gregory smiled wide, placing his hat over Miles' head.

"Thanks father!" Miles chuckled.

"You're welcome Miles." Gregory told him, proud of his son, "Now let's have another two defense attorney biscuits but no more after that. Defense attorneys need their badges after all. Miles nodded to this notion and had a few more biscuits with his father.

To be continued on Day 6: Pretend.