[Edgeworth would be inclined to be very vocal about his displeasure, but in the presence of the child, he tames his tongue, merely resting his elbows upon his knees and burying his face into his hands with a heaving sigh. He stays as such for several seconds until he feels a little hand reaching out to touch him. He looks up with a forlorn nature in his gaze as the child gently held onto his hair. It was almost as if the child was precociously comforting him, instead. She then uttered something that appeared at first to be incoherent babble:]
Daddy? Eek Lee Ba Di?
[What is it? He blinked at the child, unconsciously leaning in a little closer to listen as she repeated herself.]
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Daddy? Eek Lee Ba Di?
[What is it? He blinked at the child, unconsciously leaning in a little closer to listen as she repeated herself.]
Eek Lee Ba Di!