"Why are you going through my cabinets, detective?"

Gumshoe looked up, a deep frown upon his face. "You don't have any candy! What am I supposed to hand out, the candy I brought for you?"

Edgeworth took several deep breaths, reached passed Gumshoe, and shut the cabinet door. "Of course not." He said calmly. "I hate Halloween. Quite possibly the most useless holiday, even when it was meant to keep evil spirits away."

Gumshoe's frown turned into what appeared to be a pout. "But Mr. Edgeworth! The poor kids didn't do anything wrong! And half of the candy goes to UNICEF and stuff, sir!"

Edgeworth rolled his eyes. Gumshoe was giving him the 'feel pity on the poor children' speech. And, the scary part was, it was actually working. Sort of. "Don't make me go with you, Gumshoe..."

While Edgeworth was (mostly) tuning Gumshoe out, apparently Gumshoe had taken that as 'yes, I agree fully with what you're saying. Let's go out and buy candy for the kids really quick, because Halloween's almost over!' Gumshoe smiled brightly, and yanked him along, saying "I'd knew you understand! There's a convience store a little ways away from here!"

Soon, Edgeworth found himself in a convience store, a bright green basket in hand. "... So this is what the inside of a convience store looks like." A particularly heavy bag of candy slid through Gumshoe's fingers and landed on Edgeworth's foot.

"Y-you've never been inside a convience store, sir?!" Gumshoe looked shocked.

"Not until this moment, no." Ignoring Gumshoe's amazed stares, Edgeworth looked at the back of the candy packet and tossed it into the basket. "How many more of those things do you think we need?"

Gumshoe threw two more bags into the basket, rummaged around in his pocket for his wallet, found that his wallet had mysteriously gone missing (as in, left on his kitchen counter at home.), forcing Edgeworth to pay for the candy - candy he didn't want - with his own money.

Gumshoe grinned happily. "Sorry about the money, sir... I'll pay you back later, I swear!"

"Sure." Edgeworth grunted, then realization sunk in.

"You're not going to make me hand this stuff out, too, are you?"

"Well... it is your house, sir..."