Edgeworth heaved a sigh as he slumped into his fancy leather desk chair. He massaged his temples, waiting for the two aspirin he'd just taken to start working.

"Rough day?"

The prosecutor looked up to see a spiky-topped silhouette leaning against the doorframe to his office.

"You ought to know," he grumbled, "seeing as how you're the cause of it."

Wright's grin was easily visible as he crossed the dimmed office. He leaned over Edgeworth's chair.

"I can promise that the night will more than make up for it."