Sorbet!

Let's sorbet!! Not nearly as kinky as it sounds.

[He totally forgets he was grumpy at Edgeworth five seconds ago because there is a sparkle in his hooded eye and a jangle to his footstep.]

Anything delicious fixes anything not delicious. Not metaphorically delicious, I mean. If that makes sense. [leave me alone i'm trying; he motions for her to come along as he starts pulling pots and pans and all kinds of great stuff for kitchen damage.]