[Damn it, Josh: Edgeworth knows you're joking, because he knows you, but he can't point that out, because he feels awkward about knowing you. So there's nothing he can say to that, and so he just awkwardly doesn't respond at all.]
He wants to just...tell a lie, but he can't really bring himself to do that to someone who was really good to him, back before. So he rubs his eyes and then, instead, types back something like the truth.]
I had tasted food you had made when you were on the ship before. It was very competently made.
[He wishes there were some way to extract himself from this conversation. Well. Some way that wouldn't end with the prickly, easily-offended Josh huffily saying that he wasn't going to make the cake after all.]
No, sir. There were just occasions upon which you would cook. I tried the food one of these times.
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[text] are you sure sirius can eat chocolate tho
[ Dude we're in space, nobody cares. That said Josh would absolutely be That Guy and tell kids to stop drinking if he caught them. :') ]
But absolutely. I'll give you a call after the jump.
[text] I don't know, can Josh (also HAHAHAHA)
Very good. Thank you.
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So who told you I'm a chef?
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Aw, jesus christ
He wants to just...tell a lie, but he can't really bring himself to do that to someone who was really good to him, back before. So he rubs his eyes and then, instead, types back something like the truth.]
I had tasted food you had made when you were on the ship before. It was very competently made.
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Thanks. I think.
What, did I open up a bakery last time?
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No, sir. There were just occasions upon which you would cook. I tried the food one of these times.
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it's the manly thing 2 do
But luckily for Edgeworth, Josh randomly cooking meals for people sounds 100% plausible. ]
Good to know some things never change, I guess.
There's whiskey in the space bar, right?
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There is.
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