Edgeworth: *nods his head* Tea would be lovely. I take it white, with no sugar. *awkwardly steps into the living room and glances at the huge panther-demon on the floor. He takes a seat on the lounge and stares at it quietly, frowning*
Mahret: *trots into the living room, carrying a half-dead squeaky toy. She sniffs Desiree’s scent and immediately plods after her*