When no other bird dares to take flight...

[Ah, December 9. Just another ordinary day for many of you guys, but not for this thief (at least, according to my headcanon). She's beaming over the network...beaming so much even though her hair is still loose and not yet restrained in its usual ponytail and massive key hairpin. At least she's already out of her pajamas. And she has long since recovered from her injuries from trying to take on that giant statue, oh yes.]

As of today, I'm officially eighteen years old! I can't believe I've been in Somarium long enough to actually celebrate my birthday in it! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...

[She stops in mid-song, then snaps her fingers as if she discovered something way important. Then she proceeds with tying her hair.]

I should get myself a present. But I don't have a lot of money...maybe my present to myself should be a job, and then I can buy a real present. Even great thieves like me need day jobs! Especially since I haven't found any good truths lately...Somarium's good at keeping them all locked up...

[Aaaaaand that hairpin will now slide smoothly into her ponytail.] Or better yet, I should start asking Mr. Edgeworth to pay me for my assistant services! Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! If you can see this, you should probably start paying me from now on!

[...Kay, as if you weren't enough of a freeloader already. You hang out at his place far too often.]