Struggling to keep her sense of humour, Integra lets out a long, exasperated sigh. Let it be known you shouldn't try to reason with a three year old, yet she still persisted.

"Forgive me, darling," she apologizes in earnest, "I'm afraid your scalp is more sensitive than most. I'll try not to make the braids as tight next time. Would it help if I rubbed your head?"

It's hard to let Edgeworth go unacknowledged, knowing how much effort he put into merely learning how to manage his daughter's hair, but for now she gives his hand a gentle squeeze, as if meaning to say more later.