It was Edgeworth's turn to quickly scan the menu and decide on something, also looking a bit chagrined. "Um, I'll have the same, with a baked potato instead of fries, salad with raspberry vinaigrette if you have it and Italian dressing if you don't, and iced tea with lemon." It wasn't his usual style - definitely not - but if every newspaper clipping in the window proclaimed how good their country-fried steak was, there had to be something to it.

Their waitress scribbled the order down, smiling. "I'll get that right out to you."

That bit of business aside, he turned to Phoenix again. "I hate to change the subject so dramatically, but. The voice. It was reacting to something on the bus ride over this morning. I don't think it was anything to do with the kid sitting next to me. Did you notice anything unusual? It could be leftover anxiety from last night, and very likely is, but it's worrisome."