ext_40301 ([identity profile] high-prosecutor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-08-24 03:47 am (UTC)

[fashionably late, dear sister.]

That time to think in private had also done Miles a world of good. It was something that came in short supply here, considering all of the tasks he generally had on his plate at any given time. The organizational time alone was enough to make him feel as if the time hadn't been a waste, but that combined with time to simply think with no interruptions was even better.

He stepped out of the Music Room, scanning for familiar faces, and his eyes landed on one in particular - one he wanted to speak to without her father's influence. It seemed that now was as good a time as any to do so, and he strolled over and took the seat opposite Franziska. "You'll want titanium dioxide to go with that starch powder, if you're using that recipe," he said, nodding once. "Chalk might be easier to find."

Edgeworth settled back, scanning his own notes for a moment. "I had a rather interesting conversation this morning that might be relevant to your interests," he said, after a moment. "The conversation was with one of the gentlemen on the list I gave you."

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