Edgeworth didn't say anything in response. He simply walked up to Phoenix and pulled off the offending hat, sticking it in one of his pockets until he could dispose of it. If he had been the type to do so, this action might have been accompanied by a victory dance.

I wonder if they keep books of matches by their cash register,, he thought.

"...come on inside with me. We'll grab lunch, and we definitely need to get you a glass of water. And - er, I guess we should talk about this whole thing, shouldn't we? We didn't get much of a chance to do it yesterday or last night. I certainly wouldn't want to discuss such a...private topic around Gumshoe, and last night was not exactly the best time, either."