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"What do you mean you two don't know how to cook?"
The silver haired man stared in disbelief at his two partners, both with ashamed looks on their faces.
"Maya and I always go out for fast food, and there was a cafeteria at my college," Phoenix said.
"And my budget never allows me to buy anything more than instant noodles..." Dick continued.
"How have these two managed to survive this long?" Miles thought to himself.
"This shall not stand!" The prosecutor said aloud with a harsh tone, making Phoenix and Dick jump.
"I'm going shopping for ingredients right now, and you two will follow and observe," Miles said, swiftly grabbing his keys, and rushing out the door.
All Phoenix and Dick could do was tag along, as instructed.
When they arrived, Miles rushed out of the car instantly, while Dick and Phoenix had to recover from their lover's speed demon tendencies.
Finally collecting themselves, they trailed behind Miles, who had a determined look on his face, who rushed into the grocery store.
The detective only faintly recalled being in a grocery store as a teenager and child, as he had mostly gone to the convenience store for his instant noodle diet.
The defense attorney on the other hand, had been inside grocery stores frequently, but only for a particular bottle of wine that he liked. Phoenix never bought much more than that.
When the two of them flagged down the determined Miles, who was pulling practically everything off the shelves and told him about their experiences, that seemed to fuel the prosecutor's will to buy healthier ingredients.
Phoenix and Dick felt sorry for the poor cashier who had to deal with the mountain of items to scan.
They also felt sorry for Miles for somehow racking up a 200$ total.
When that was all said and done, they piled the many bags of groceries into their boyfriend's small car and somehow managed to squeeze in as well.
Arriving back at Edgeworth's home, they miraculously brought in all 64 bags of groceries. Standing shoulder to shoulder, with their hands slightly interlocked, Phoenix and Dick waited for their boyfriend's cooking instructions.
"Gentlemen," Edgeworth equipped a stern tone akin to the one he used in the courtroom, "This is a class that I will make sure you do not fail."
Giggling a little, Phoenix spoke up.
"The defense is ready," He snorted.
Dick gave a chuckle while Miles gave him the most sour face he could muster for a loved one.
"Moving on, you both will make a dish I'm sure you're both familiar with," Miles continued.
With a worried glance to eachother, Phoenix and Dick could only guess on what meal their boyfriend had in store.
"Noodles?" Chirped the detective happily.
"Grilled cheese!" Exclaimed the defense attorney.
"Both of you are close in your own regards," stated the prosecutor," because we're making macaroni and cheese."
Both of their eyes lit up with joy and Miles couldn't help but let out a soft smile at how adorable his two lovers could be sometimes, but he had to be strict with them for this moment, so he collected himself and put on a stern face again.
"Alright! I know how to make that!" Both of them chorused happily.
Dick proceeded to explain that you needed to boil instant noodles and then place cheese slices on top of them and stir.
Phoenix said that the correct way to make them was to put shredded cheese on strained spaghetti noodles.
Miles was in absolute disbelief at his boyfriends' utter lack of cooking knowledge. He was so stunned, Dick had to snap him out of his trance.
"Absolutely horrid you two. Did your family ever make this dish for you as children?" Miles asked, eyes narrowing in confusion.
Dick's eyes shifted to the side.
"Afraid not, Miles," He spoke.
Phoenix only shook his head in silence.
Miles sighed.
"This will be tiring, won't it," he muttered to himself.