Phoenix chuckles, keeping his arms loosely around her shoulders. He's not quite ready to let go. "I'm sure we'll find some good props for you here, sweetie." Or they can make them. There have been times when money was really tight that Phoenix sat on the kitchen floor and followed Trucy's instructions to try to make something usable for her show.

He grins at the idea of whipping out fire in the courtroom, shaking his head. "No, I think only prosecutors get away with throwing around deadly objects in a courtroom. Even if it would make my objections really sizzle."