Edgeworth: *curiously glances at the bag, then nods his head at Dimitri* You did not have to. *picks it up and opens it. He takes the salad out as well as the fork, then begins to quietly eat it, reading back over some other documentation he has on the computer screen* Could I ask you to staple some documents for me when I am done here? They need to be ordered by number, stapled, bound and sent to the President of this organization. We officially have the last piece of writing we need for this island to be a nation on the world stage.
