-Entry 8-

[rookiekiller]

Klavier Gavin.

No sooner had I finally worked out the case of the chair- thanks in part to my new secretary, Wanda- when I found this... this wretched graffiti. And I wish I could simply be speaking of the clutter on my desk

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[wrightswrongs]

Oh right, you have a daughter too.

Aren't they great?

1/2

[rookiekiller]

They're fine in most situations, but when they begin acting against everything you stand for...

[rookiekiller]

...Wait... You have a daughter?

[wrightswrongs]

Yup.

[rookiekiller]

...I suppose congratulations are in order, despite our not-so-friendly past...

How old is she?

[wrightswrongs]

Why thank you, Winston.

Nine and three months.

[rookiekiller]

...Don't take this as a burying of any hatchets, Phoenix Wright.

...Precisely how old are you?

[wrightswrongs]

All these questions! Honestly.

How old are you?

[rookiekiller]

Fifty-four. My fifty-fifth birthday is next month.

[wrightswrongs]

Really? I'll be sure to send you a present.

...If I remember, that is.

[rookiekiller]

I believe it is your turn to answer my question, Phoenix Wright.

[wrightswrongs]

Hmm? Oh, yes. Twenty-eight. My birthday already passed though, so I'm afraid you can't reciprocate until next year.

[rookiekiller]

Twenty-eight... with a nine year-old daughter.

...I suppose that's not too scandalous.

[wrightswrongs]

Why? Looking for scandals, Winston?

[rookiekiller]

Perhaps.

[wrightswrongs]

I suppose I'll have to watch what I say around you, then!