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[fingerbang]

WHO: the only two morons dumb enough to sit outside wearing shit that covers their necks in the middle of August. In Florida!
WHERE: a ~French bistro~ in Heropa
WHEN: the 11th at 1pm, what do you mean I'm late, you're late
WHAT: ladies who lunch, if one were a mass murderer and the other was a man with some questions about the long term import experience, so not that at all.
WARNINGS: gross, pretentious, gross, probably Lust pretending to mildly flirt with him which also falls under the heading of gross

[ She's right on time: not late enough to be rude, not early enough to make him self-conscious or suspicious of her motives. After all, they're friendly acquaintances. What reason would she have to investigate the site of their meeting? (She totally checked it out the day before from a distance, right after getting his invitation.)

Lust has seen Edgeworth before, like everyone else who's been in possession of a communicator for more than a month. When she sees him seated at an outdoor table the recognition is instantaneous, followed shortly by the recollection that she's never shown her face to him. Does he even know what she looks like? It's mostly immaterial; if he does, he's done his homework, which is actually rather admirable, or someone else has filled him in, which is a problem. If not, he'll know now.

Either way, there's some broad walking over to him! She's dressed neatly and, given the humidity, very stupidly. Her hair is still pulled back from her face, a relic from whenever her last shift was. She smiles. ]

Mr. Edgeworth.

[ This is not a question. ]

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[glassinine]

[ He doesn't know her face, and so he's grateful for her generosity in approaching him so unambiguously and so boldly. He rises immediately to his feet when she walks over to him, courteous and respectful, and bows deeply at the waist in greeting. ]

Ma'am.

[ He's certainly not about to call her Lust, because that name is damnably uncomfortable, but nor is he going to presume that she's adopted the name he suggested for her long-term; simple terms of respect will do. She's younger than he expected, it seems; he'd anticipated someone who at least looked a bit older, given the world-weariness she's displayed to this point. She's also quite devastatingly beautiful, as it turns out. ]

Please do have a seat. Thank you for taking the time.

[fingerbang]

[ She's never seen the man in person before now, not even during his last tenure here, and now she's got the opportunity to evaluate his manner up close -- well. Just look at him. He's the very image of the proper gentleman; considerate, formal, almost prim. Still, it's important that she not let any amusement show. She's presented herself as an inquisitive and rather skeptical person in their conversations, so it's only natural that she would be curious upon introduction. That's all she'll be. ]

Of course, [ she demurs. It seems the role of the handshake has been supplanted by him bowing (??????? ??), so Lust compromises with a nod before sinking seamlessly into her seat. Her eyes settle on his face (by which of course I mean they literally detach from her head and attach themselves to Edgeworth's cheeks) and her smile fades, leaving her expression a calm and interested blank. This is not the kind of man, she gathers, with whom coyness will be effective, but he may be the kind of man who sees a direct manner and, with no reason to extrapolate something more sinister, mistakes it for honesty. ] The word you used was "a phenomenon", correct?