"Ah, thank you." He followed the waitress with his eyes until she had left, then looked down at the plate in front of him, feeling a little queasy. While it certainly smelled okay, this was definitely not what he would have ordered in any other restaurant.

My kingdom for a decent Italian place. I would normally say French, but Wright definitely turned a little green when I mentioned that.

Edgeworth added a little sour cream, a little butter, and a dash of salt and pepper to his baked potato, then took a small bite.

"I think I need a drink once we're done here." Way to think out loud, Edgeworth. "This has all been...intense for me. I can't begin to think of what it's like from your end."