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“Boss, I’m really not sure how this applies to passing the bar exam.”
Mia rolls her eyes, not without affection. “Not everything is all work, no play. Look Miles, someone from this agency needs to go to Grossberg’s annual holiday party, and I highly doubt you want to be in a room of snooty lawyers on the worst day of the year.” Before Miles can say a word, she steamrolls ahead. “And I know you like that samurai show—”
“Steel Samurai: The Fall of the Samurai 2, The Extended Cut,” Miles grumbles, looking down at the floor. “If the trailers are any indication, it’s far from canonically accurate.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about - this movie will be right up your alley!” Mia nudges him in the shoulder and Miles almost topples over with his stack of files. “My sister would love to dork out with you.” She feigns a gasp. “Who knows, you might actually make a friend. Teenage samurai nerds need fellow fans to talk to that aren’t her sister.”
He grumbles all the way to the parking lot outside of their office, and then all the way to the train station, where Maya is waiting. She’s pulling a small suitcase behind her, peppered with Steel Samurai stickers and gasps when Mia and Miles leave their cars.
The Fey sisters run towards each other and collide in a hug. Mia ruffles her hair and Maya pretends to be annoyed by it, but can’t help the smile that spreads across her face. “Hey squirt, I missed you!”
“I missed you too Mia!” She hugs her again, tighter this time. “It’s so boring on the mountain without you. It’s just waterfall meditating and taking care of Pearls and it sucks!” Maya stretches the vowels of the word to their breaking point, as if that will adequately convey the extreme suffering she’s endured.
“Well you can tell me all about it when you stay over tonight. You didn’t steal any of Morgan’s hairspray again, did you?”
“Nope, promise!”
Mia glances over to Miles, who raises an eyebrow. “Haha, looks like me and Miles will treat you to the popcorn of your choice, then!” Maya pumps her fist in victory. Miles regrets telling any Fey ever that he possesses a wallet capable of purchasing food. “By the way Maya, this is the partner I’ve been telling you about!”
“Miles Edgeworth,” he says stiffly, holding out a hand for her to shake. “Defense attorney in training.”
Maya scrunches up her nose and pulls herself to her full height. “Maya Fey, spiritual medium in training,” she replies, voice pitched half an octave lower. “Are you a fellow enjoyer of samurai hijinks?”
“Well, I definitely wouldn’t call them hijinks, rather the emotionally impactful and at times humorous journey of war scarred and companion respecting outcasts from society, who just happen to wield giant long samurai swords. So, yes.”
Her eyes light up and she prods Mia in the side with her elbow. “Oh my god, you weren’t kidding - he’s such a dork! This will be awesome! Here, check this out!” Maya reaches a hand into her backpack and pulls out a binder. “I’ve been scouring trading websites for years to get every single original print card!”
Miles is taken aback for a second by the incredibly organized setup from a little sister who he’d heard ‘would rather quit channeling than clean her room.’ “Now that is an impressive collection. Is that an original Signal Samurai variant misprint?”
“Yup! Got that one from a girl named Penny at the park!”
“Hey nerds!” Mia shouts. “Let’s continue this in the car, okay?”
They clump into the car and chat all the way to the movie theater.
“Everyone out, or I’ll have to make you duck and roll!”
Maya makes it out first and helps Miles out of his seat - she waves to Mia as she drives off to Grossberg’s party. She turns back to Miles. “Are you ready to see the worst best movie ever?!”
He grins. “I’ve never been more ready."