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"When was your best prank?"

"About two years ago, with Edgeworth." Phoenix replied, a smirk already gracing his lips.

"What happened?"

"You know those stupid pink suits of his?"

"Magenta, daddy." Trucy mimicked Edgeworth's voice.

"It's pink." Phoenix said bluntly.

"So what did you do?"

"I went to go and visit him when he lived in a penthouse apartment not far from the court, he buzzed me in, and told me to wait downstairs." He stretched before continuing. "The person in the flat had to call the elevator for you, so I was stuck downstairs, until I saw the stairs leading down to the laundry room."

"Oh god daddy, you didn't!"

"I found a small square of black denim, unwashed, suggesting someone was planning on stitching it to a piece of clothing, I fastened it to the top of the washing machine, which had Edgeworth's suits in it."

"Daddy!" Her eyes were wide.

"I switched the washing machine back on, and headed upstairs just in time for the elevator to open." Phoenix smiled. "He was not a happy bunny when he went to fetch his laundry back later that day."

-x-x-

"Best prank?" Apollo mused the question for a while. "I wasn't much of a prankster, but I used to be quite a naughty child at the orphanage."

"Ok well will you give some examples?" Trucy asked, dubious of the idea Apollo was ever a naughty child.

"I think the best example, and I guess it was a prank was on 'cake day' – a special day once a month where the workers made cakes for us." Apollo explained.

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I was small enough to fit under the table, so when the other kids came in and were made to line up about a foot from the table." Apollo smiled. "I was famished, so I wanted more than my share of cakes."

"Greedy." Trucy smirked.

"So I tied up everyone's shoe laces whilst they were busy drooling over cake." Apollo explained. "When people stepped forward, everyone fell, and I sat on the table scoffing my face full of cake."

-x-x-

"Klavier, you're up!" Trucy smiled.

"Mine is easy." He smiled. "It involves my band."

"Ok so what happened?"

"It involved me being my usual lazy self when it came to setting up." Klavier smiled. "I basically told them about a gig that was never happening."

"That was a bit mean." Trucy smiled.

"I left them to set up, although they were suspicious of not having a stagehand to help." Klavier remembered. "Not that it mattered, they still got to work."

"Where were you?"

"I was in the dressing room, drinking soda."

"You're horrible."

"When I came out, sipping soda, and told them, they nearly killed me. Actually I'm fairly sure they suspended me from the ceiling." He laughed to himself.

-x-x-

"Ema?"

"Hm...when I told a friend of mine at university I'd accidentally put poison in his coffee." Ema smiled.

"Why did you do that!?"

"The boy was obsessed with coffee, I used to live in the same flat as him." Ema smiled. "He wanted coffee, and we used to leave bottles, clearly labelled with the chemical name, in the fridge, so none of our flatmates drank them"

"Was that safe?" Trucy asked.

"Probably not." Ema replied. "But anyway, this boy was obsessed with coffee. And it meant he didn't just drink his, he drank everyone's."

"I don't get why that's a problem."

"You will if you ever decide to be a student." She smiles. "So I poured some of the really weak acid down the sink – and yes, I know that was wrong of me – and took his coffee to his door."

"When did you tell him."

"After he gulped it all down of course. I've never seen someone look so pale."