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The setting was a large, warm beach, the ocean splashing again the sand. There was a small shack with ten reclining chairs outside; nine were occupied.
Vashyron:
"Nice day today, huh?"
(Can't find Vashy's color!)
Leanne:
"You bet! I love the beach..."
(I can't find the Leanne color either.
)
As the two were chatting, Dante was taking a nice nap. Well, "nice;" he'd be in for a rude awakening upon discovering Trish was drawing on his face.
Phoenix Wright, having stood up on his chair, looked back to the shack. There he saw his daughter, Trucy, on her way with a trey of drinks in tow.
Phoenix: "Heya, Trucy. Drinks ready?"
Trucy: "Yep! Made your favorites."
Athena Cykes let out a "woo!" as she ran ahead to pick up hers.
Lady, Zephyr, and Apollo Justice, meanwhile, were speaking amongst themselves.
Lady: "Wonder how the others are?"
Zephyr shrugged.
Apollo: "I'm sure they're fine. What's the worst that could happen?"
(Besides many things, I guess.)
And so, they enjoyed their day.
-end noncanon-