THE ONE WHERE AN APOLOGY IS ISSUED

[whippings]

Franziska sighed as she lowered her phone. This was the place where she'd arranged to meet with Scruffy: a small cafe not far from the district courthouse. It had been some years since she'd last been to Los Angeles as her work now took her all over the world. More consultant than lawyer these days, Franziska could not help but have a certain nostalgia for those years past, even if she had been younger and angrier back then.

Time had changed her. Not for the better or the worse; she was just... different, now, or at least that was how she liked to think about it.

She had been seated at a small table with a sensible floral arrangement placed in a vase at the centre. Franziska had always despised those places that never left enough room for one to comfortably peruse the menu. What did she feel like drinking? Was this a situation that called for coffee, or for something stronger?

Franziska's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

THE ONE IN WHICH THERE ARE FRIENDS

[bratziska]

Franziska von Karma was seething. Not only had she been temporarily pulled away from her own burgeoning career in Germany, she hadn't even been provided a proper reason for the occurrence. Her father had simply given her some codswallop about it being 'beneficial for her learning', which Franziska had immediately dismissed, because since when had he cared about such matters, insofar as they related to her? She'd passed the bar on her own terms, hadn't she, with barely a nod of acknowledgement from Papa?

And when she'd interrogated Miles Edgeworth on the matter he had simply smiled one of his enigmatic smiles and... to be honest, Franziska didn't really remember what he'd said. Just that she hadn't cared for it, didn't want to listen, and that she was furious.

Whatever. They were both out of the house today and that meant Franziska could do whatever she wanted. It was decadent and leisurely, but she had decided to go to the beach; it would be fine as long as her father and brother did not find out, and she was sure they would not, because it would require them to be paying attention. And why would they? They were busy, busy in way Franziska could not be, and she hated that too.

Swimwear. Sunscreen. Hat. Lunch. She had everything she needed.

It would be a long walk, but Franziska was determined.