[As Conan arrives, Yuri appears at the table with a fresh pot of tea. He'd been seeing to the tea room's closing preparations, not that there is much to do, as the staff is competent, and he trusts them, but he does look in on them.
He places the teapot on the table, with a faint smile for both Conan and Edgeworth.]
Good evening.
[In spite of his smile, he is uneasy, under some strain, but it's a definite relief to speak with others who care as much about justice as he does. Or almost.]
It's good to see you, Conan. [He'd greeted Edgeworth earlier, upon his arrival.] How are you feeling? [The stabbing that the gods subjected some of the residents to have made him even more agitated than he'd been previously.]
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He places the teapot on the table, with a faint smile for both Conan and Edgeworth.]
Good evening.
[In spite of his smile, he is uneasy, under some strain, but it's a definite relief to speak with others who care as much about justice as he does. Or almost.]
It's good to see you, Conan. [He'd greeted Edgeworth earlier, upon his arrival.] How are you feeling? [The stabbing that the gods subjected some of the residents to have made him even more agitated than he'd been previously.]