"Is there anything else I can do?" the moogle asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Perhaps you can stop with that horrible smirk, for a start?” Edgeworth replied, crossing his arms. Why was she laughing? “I just said ‘Chocobore’ and you instantly started giggling.”

“N-nothing, Kupo! Heeheehee! I’ll be on my way, Kupo!”

And with that, the smirking moogle left. Edgeworth was vexed. What could the Moogle find so funny? And in a situation as dangerous as his? He was stuck in the middle of the Calm Plains with no obvious way to go and that infuriating bird he was riding before he fell off it had probably gone for good. And, ugh, his bottom was still hurting thanks to that fall.

Well, there was no need to panic. It would not do any good. Not if he wanted to survive.

Edgeworth glanced around. There must be some good rock he could take refuge behind until he could send for help. He would rather avoid bloodshed if possible.

It was then that he noticed someone, who may or may not have been witnessing the conversation between him and his moogle.

"Ah, excuse me! Perfect timing!"

He may look like he's glaring at you. Unfortunately, he does not realize he is doing it.