"You're a big kid, you know that?" Edgeworth chuckled light-heartedly into his slumped boyfriend's pale ear as he strode past him, loosely clutching a sizzling frying pan in his right hand as he passed the immaculate rectangular table located in the centre of the room which Phoenix was perched at, in order to bring the metal item back to its assigned home - the kitchen's pristine, frequently polished until it had an alluring sheen, black hob - hissing with gratitude as it was placed atop the familiar surface. It was a good day, and the blissfully bright sun's rays were painting the comfortably sized room - and everything in it - in a variety of vibrant colours, including the bashful defence attorney's reddened cheeks and that oversized, short-sleeved, top he insisted on wearing to bed as his pyjamas due to the fact that he was too poor to afford a full set (and, although the prosecutor had offered him money, he'd hastily declined the offer in fear of wasting the circular alloys and paper notes on himself).
"A-At least I-I'm youthful," Phoenix plainly retorted, his brain incapable of producing a witty response to prolong their usual banter.
"That's true," The prosecutor grinned as he turned away from the aluminium pan in front of him to face his boyfriend's innocent face once more;
"You do have a baby face."
"E-Excuse me?" The spiky haired man snorted as Edgeworth playfully cooed at him and stretched his cheeks endearingly.
"Right then, enough of distracting me, little mister. I need to make you your breakfast," Phoenix childishly giggled as the prosecutor pecked him on the forehead and instantly spun back round, causing the pan to hiss in satisfaction as he promptly added some of the pale, creamy, liquid to the metallic surface.
"What topping would you like?" The prosecutor called out to his boyfriend about five more minutes after he'd turned around. Phoenix clinked the gleaming, silver, cutlery together immaturely as he thought to himself;
"Wh-What toppings are there?"
"Well," The prosecutor stated matter-of-factly as he hastily skipped over to the expensive wooden cupboards - which were plastered upon the top right section of the cream coloured walls of the kitchen - swiftly yanking them open to reveal the sugary delicacies neatly lined up in rows within its large, gaping, mouth and completely disregarding its neighbouring cupboards - in which the savoury selections were contained.
"I have honey..." Edgeworth cocked his head at the thick, alluringly golden, liquid sat in the bottom of the crystalline jar within his hand as he continued, placing a hand on his hip and looking back up at the filled shelves.
"Maple syrup, peanut-butter, ice-cream - though that's in the freezer - golden syrup, jam, lemon and sugar, any kind of fruit and cream you want," The prosecutor paused;
"Actually, that's a lie. I have any kind of fruit except blackberries. Blackberries are revolting." The defence attorney opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped short by the finale of the waterfall of intricacies flowing from Edgeworth's mouth.
"But, despite the choices available, you're going to choose chocolate spread, so to save both of our time I'll prepare that for you," The prosecutor grinned and gingerly brought a slightly more obese jar of creamy, coffee-brown, spread down until it was resting upon the monochrome marble worktop.
"I-If you knew, why d-did you a-ask me?" Phoenix chuckled as the prosecutor smiled smugly down at the pan in front of him, gently sliding the, slightly crispy, spherical batter in front of him onto a thin china plate.
"Oh, I don't know... In case you changed your mind or something?" The silvery-haired man flamboyantly brought the plate down in front of his boyfriend after spreading the cocoa-laden spread upon it with a gleaming butter-knife. Phoenix grinned up at him with pure happiness floating around somewhere in those deep blue pools known as his pupils covering the well-hidden conflict going on in that brain, no wonder. The traumatic past that lingered in the back of his mind.

The outbursts that Edgeworth knew all too well.

For, although he looked like a care-free young man on the outside, the prosecutor knew he was not the happy boy he externalised.

Edgeworth knew better than to take his boyfriend's uplifting words as gospel.

The silvery-haired man set himself - and a similar plate - down on the opposite side of the intricately embroidered tablecloth, eyeing his boyfriend's bashful eating intently.
"Does it taste alright?"
"Itsh greatsh!" Phoenix blurted with a full mouth, beaming from ear to ear with a slight blush creeping up his cheeks as Edgeworth brushed a strand of jet black hair off of his face, tutting.

"Now now, Cutie. You know it's bad manners to speak with a full mouth."