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From:

doggedly

[And again, despite himself, Sirius laughs, a little. Because he does get the joke, actually, in that he doesn't have a bloody clue what gin rummy could possibly mean, and like hell he'd play it if he did.]

You mean it's got a name like that and there's not even any drinking involved? Muggle games are miserable things.

[He jams the heel of his boot against the floor and grinds it gently back and forth, letting out another exhale of smoke.]

And your alternate suggestion isn't much better. Beast, vegetable, or-- what's the other. Mineral.

From:

jurisimpudent

Animal, vegetable, or mineral. "Beast vegetable mineral" has the wrong rhythm altogether.

[But that correction is gentle. There's a strange, easy sort of rhythm to speaking about nonsense with Sirius Black. Edgeworth's outlook with regards to talk is usually rather Puritan: a conversation ought to have a point, a use, or else it's frivolous and thereby useless. But simply sitting and chatting mindlessly with Sirius is oddly nice. Even in these circumstances - or perhaps particularly in these circumstances.]

And you'll forgive us our naming conventions, I hope; we haven't anything spectacular, so we have to rely on our imaginations. Not like wizards, who last engaged their imaginations in the fourteenth century.

[And then he leans back and says, idly:]

Vegetable.

From:

doggedly

Sorry we can't be as imaginative as you and your rhythms. I suppose we try to make up for it with, y'know. Magic, and things. Explosions. Games that aren't played with plain boring cards.

[Wizarding superiority is unquestioned--even if in this context, it's the superiority of wizarding games, and mostly (mostly) meant as a joke.

And this is so stupid, all of this is so stupid--but it's also a distraction, better than anything else at the moment, and so Sirius takes another drag on his cigarette and asks:]

Wizard or muggle vegetable?

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth's answer is surprisingly easy and surprisingly casual. He knows that comparing the muggle and wizarding worlds might lead to interpersonal ugliness once again, but at the moment, at the very least, he's brave enough to risk it.]

Objects can never be boring. Only the people who fail to use them in an interesting way.

[He leans back in his seat, settling the back of his head against the wall.]

Both.

From:

doggedly

[He glances over at Edgeworth at that, mildly. Really, that's what this glance says. They're not really going to argue this now, are they, because that would probably be a mistake.]

I'm not boring.

[It lacks the snarl it might have had before. And anyway, he's playing stupid Twenty Questions, isn't he. Surely that's testament enough to what he's game for.]

Has it got a flower?

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth's glance is equally mild.]

Then you'd enjoy the game.

[Simple as that. No questioning, and a moment later:]

No, it hasn't.

From:

doggedly

[He snorts, dismissively, like: we'll see. But he hasn't stopped playing yet, for lack of anything better to do, and--maybe a little--for the sake of his pride. He doesn't lose. He certainly doesn't lose muggle games.]

Used in potions?

From:

jurisimpudent

[And Edgeworth shakes his head.]

No.

From:

doggedly

[He nods, absently. Right.]

Used for decoration? And only decoration, not like-- y'know, food, or anything.

From:

jurisimpudent

[He shakes his head at once.]

No.

From:

doggedly

[He's beginning to lose a bit of patience with the game, but at the same time, his determination to win at it outweighs that--at least for now--]

So, used for food?

From:

jurisimpudent

[A nod of confirmation.]

That's correct.

From:

doggedly

[He taps his foot against the floor, considering.]

Usually cooked?

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth nods encouragingly.]

Almost always. It can theoretically be eaten raw, but rarely is.

From:

doggedly

[Well, that doesn't actually... help. Seeing as Sirius hasn't cooked a meal in his life. He squints, considering.]

Is it green?

From:

jurisimpudent

On the outside.

From:

doggedly

[At that, he stares over at Edgeworth, suspiciously.]

What.

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth looks back.]

What do you mean, what. It's green on the outside. The inside isn't green. Honestly.

From:

doggedly

[He snorts.]

Really! Thank you. And what the hell is like that, that's what. You're not cheating at this, are you? If the answer is some riddle, that counts as bloody cheating--

From:

jurisimpudent

Cheating - A vegetable that's green on the outside but white on the inside. That's not precisely ambiguous. Cheating - I do beg your pardon!

From:

doggedly

[He scoffs, disgusted.]

Well, it might have been! Half the time these answers are just--idiotic riddles--

Look, you don't need to get so shirty about it, all right, if it's not cheating and it's not a riddle then you've nothing to worry about, yeah? Calm down. I can't think of a bloody vegetable like that, but I'll take your word for it.

From:

jurisimpudent

Well -

[He deflates a little bit, because, yes, he shouldn't get worked up. That much is true. Still - ]

It's - I just want to establish that I am not a person who cheats. In any case. I was thinking of courgettes.

From:

doggedly

Courgettes?

[He could go on, harp on Edgeworth's extreme irritability and quick temper, really take the piss out of him for it, but that word distracts him.]

What the hell is a courgette? Isn't that a type of car?

From:

jurisimpudent

[And Edgeworth, in turn, is distracted by that confusion.]

No, it's...a zucchini - but that's the American...word, I think - But you've heard of zucchini.

From:

doggedly

[Has... he? Feeling a little foolish now, Sirius shrugs, a slight scowl on his face--but more directed inward than anything else.]

I don't hang around markets and kitchens very much.