Rising to his feet, Phoenix turned to follow Edgeworth out, still frowning. The waitress seemed to have caught the apologetic look, and had smiled at them in a perfectly nice, perfectly untroubled way that Phoenix suddenly realized he couldn't accept.

"I'll be right there," he muttered, pulling free the burger coupon as well before whipping out his journal and thumbing it open to a blank page in the middle. He pulled out his pen, uncapping it with his teeth and jotting out a quick note in tight, neat handwriting.

I'm sorry this isn't much, but I don't have much else to tip with. At least have an ice cream on me us.

Thanks,
P.W.

He tore out the page, put it down on the table with the coupon, and caught up with Edgeworth at the door.