open to all;

[swordboning]

Who: Archer swordboning and YOU. (Maybe Athena too)
When: December 15th and on
Where: Right here where you need him. At least in the streets.
What: Golden Archers is sadly open. Come get your top tier food of choice.
Rating/Warning: Nah.


[Archer was fully cringing at the emblem Athena made and the fact that it was pasted on his apron. Well, inwardly at least. Athena got to have her way with the things went around here since she was the one who put in the money and most of the work. That meant her lame idea of what was great ended up plastering almost anything that had the surface for it.

But for a food stall, there was a serious lack of menu. Archer, though, intentionally wanted that. Restricting himself would only be admitting that he couldn't make things that people wanted outside of said menu. Obviously, there were some restrictions because supplies of some things were exceedingly rare or impossible to find. Which meant that rich people places had to be visited for that. But here were reasonable prices for fresh cooked food.]

Before you ask, there's no menu. So just tell me what you want.

[Customer service needed a little bit of work, however. And no, Saber, you weren't getting any free food.]

Comments

[swordboning]

I don't really care about those things. Money doesn't mean much to me.

[Sorry, Edgey.]

[prosecutory]

[One of those types, eh?]

Shall I have a word with her so she doesn't waste your time anymore?

[Edgeworth isn't sure how persuasive he can be towards Athena, but perhaps he could get Phoenix to help him out here.]

[swordboning]

As a matter of fact, don't waste your time with that. I already agreed to the terms here and I won't go back on that.

[True stubbornness here. And despite his words, he enjoyed making food.]

[prosecutory]

Can you handle this along with your...weapon business, is that correct?

[If he remembers right, Archer is a sword guy. A weapon shop guy, to be precise.]

[swordboning]

I don't sleep or eat so that is a common sense question. The answer is yes.

[And he doesn't get fatigued. Truly, he is the perfect maid/whipping boy.]

[prosecutory]

[He what - ]

So you're not human, then?

[Thankfully Edgeworth has dealt with several non-humans - countless non-humans - so this doesn't faze him as much as it should. He doesn't bat so much as an eyelid.]

[swordboning]

I'm a heroic spirit. To be more specific, a blacksmith heroic spirit.

[Which explains why he's so good at making weapons. Partially.]

[prosecutory]

In short, you use your powers to make your weapons.

[Duh. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to make that leap of logic.]

[swordboning]

It's a partial right answer, at least. I'll give you that much.

[prosecutory]

I didn't expect to arrive at the complete answer right away, in any case. [He shrugs.] But I'm curious. What are your powers like?

[swordboning]

My powers are fairly simple. I can cast two spells and both of them are absolutely useless to magi everywhere.

[Which was fairly literally true. The two spells he knew were a super beginner spell and one that was super advanced but never, ever used because of how useless it was to most people. Except Archer, of course.]

[prosecutory]

I fail to see how useless your spells are to anyone if you can create weapons.

[swordboning]

And if I told you that normally, that spell would take multiple magi to create a mug that would fade out of existence in seconds? It's fairly useless.

[prosecutory]

...why a mug, of all things?

[swordboning]

It's the simplest object I could think of creating off the top of my head.

[prosecutory]

...

I see. [He peers at his meal being prepared, just out of curiosity, no impatience.] I suppose the only thing I can do now is wish you luck in your new endeavor.