1-5 = 1 llama + 5-10 +
6-10 = 1 llama + 10-20 +
11-15 = 1 llama + 15-30 +
16-20 = 1 llama + 20-40 +
21-25 = 1 llama + 25-50 +
26-30 = 2 llama + 30-55 +
Thank you ^ ^
"Dear Santa...Love, Pearl""Dear Santa...Love, Pearl" by ElphabaTheDelerious
Phoenix Wright sighed to himself as he sorted through the papers that covered his desk.
"Bill bill junk junk bill " he droned, almost going into a zombie-like trance as he tossed the unwanted mail into the trash can and set aside the bills that still needed to be paid. He had almost finished going through this particular stack, when his attention was caught by an odd-looking envelope; it was smaller, wrinkled, and just the slightest shade of brown, not like the crisp, clean, white business envelopes littering his desk. He flipped the envelope over and read the messy, yet somehow familiar handwriting:
"Pearls " Nick said softly as he recognized the script, and a memory came floating up to the forefront of his mind
"Mr. Nick um do you know how to mail a letter to Santa?"
Nick felt his face flush slightly in embarrassment. The truth was, he wasn't sure exactly how to mail a letter to Santa Claus, but one look at Pear
A Prosecutor's ChristmasFranziska von Karma leaned back against the couch with a soft sigh and looked around the room. A slow Christmas tune wafted softly through the air over the room's sleeping inhabitants. She watched as Maya curled into Wright's chest, and that unlucky police girl snuggled under that Scruffy detective's shabby old coat as he wrapped his arms around her.A Prosecutor's Christmas by ElphabaTheDelerious
It was Christmas Eve, and she somehow found herself at Wright and Co. Law Offices for a Christmas party that Maya Fey had thrown. Franziska took another swig of her wine, though a small voice told her she should probably quit. She could feel the slight buzz of the alcohol that was already in her system, and she needed to be sober enough to at least get home. But, in all honesty, she didn't really care. She hated the holidays. Ever since her father had gone to prison, all that the holidays had ever meant to her was another lonely night at home, alone. She threw her head back and downed the last of her drink. In fact, last year she hadn't ev