“She does?” Edgeworth raised a brow. I didn’t think it was ever official. He lightly shook his head and shrugged. “She needs a real job. One that she can earn a proper salary for.” He shrugged again. “She wouldn’t do well with those Mafia-like people.”
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Kalysto nodded. “Doesn’t matter really. Home can be wherever you make it. Home is where the hearth is. Not that we even have a hearth in our house. Or any kind of fire stove for that matter.”