"I'm glad you see it my way, Mr. Wright." Edgeworth returned that squeeze, smiling back.

The bad mood he had been in just a little while earlier was gone, replaced with a newfound determination and spark. Things weren't as bad as they had seemed only moments ago.

Though he wasn't really in the mood to eat anything now - his stomach was too fluttery, too strained by the shifts between tension and relief - he realized he'd regret it later if he didn't, and Edgeworth flipped the menu open.

"...you know, if we're stuck here after the Institute falls, I have half a mind to build at least one decent Italian or French restaurant here."