Veronica turned her look to him just for a second, than just looked out of the window again, pretty much looking at the Van, and Lance who was running back in. "Mom doesn't work, and dad is a doctor.." She answered plainly, taking another sip of her tea. "And what do you do for a living? Go through dumpsters?"
"I was the Chief of the Village Councilors Investigation Team, up until a few years ago. I lost my job, trying to prove that the Raigon were still out there, planning. But they all thought I was a nutcase. Just like Lance." Edward answered. "Now, though, I jump around from job to job. But I still investigate in my free time. So you can see why I really just want to help out you guys." he said, hearing the door open and Lance running in. "I just want my old position back, and for the village to be safe."
"Oh, is he babbling about his past time?" Lance asked Veronica, stopping and backing up a little. "'Cuz I can go, I really don't mind..." he said, wanting to get out before he could continue again.
Walking into the cafe with his large gun and wearing a coat and boxers, Emile scanned the area when people cought on and started screaming, "HE HAS A GUN!", while he just smirked and saw them. Walking over to the table and taking a seat, he plopped his legs up on the table and relaxed. "Suave? Get me some donuts, 'kay? 'Kay." He said, talking to Lance. While everyone ran out of the shop.
"That's really nice..." Veronica said to Edward, showing little interest in his previous story. She just looked at Lance, but soon enough turned her look back. "Oh great.." She commented silently, seeing Emile walking up to the cafe. She just sighed, putting down her cup while all the people were storming out. Once it cleared away, she stood up and walked over to Emile's table. She stood behind him slamming him on the back of his head with an open palm "Put those legs down, you moron. Don't you have any manners?"
Emile just laughed, barely flinching to the slap. "Get over yourself, darling. " Pulling a lighter out, Emile broke wind and held the lighter to it, making a flame ball hit some curtains and catching it on fire. "It's the brownies I say!" He laughed, getting up and just leaving that table and heading behind the case of baked good. With a cashier there. "....BOO!" He yelled, making the cashier make a scramble for the back door. After that, Emile brough over a bunch of sweet dishes to Edward and Lance, and stuffing a few things in his pocket like money and some of the treats. "Eat up! It's all on me!"
"Idiot..." Varonica said loudly from the other side of the cafe, glaring at Emile. "Oh!" Her head rose up a bit as she got an idea. She rushed over to Emile, standing in front of him "How much money do you have?" She asked seriously.
"Ugh" She rolled her eyes grabbing his coat and pulling him closer to her. She stuck her other hand down his pocket, and took out the money. "Hm." She started counting it. She was done pretty soon, and looked up at him "Come with me" She grabbed his arm and started dragging him out of the cafe with her.
"Sure thing, babe." Emile grinned, bumping his hip into her, taking the money and running. "To the costume shop! Ye-oh..." Emile stopped, mid-run. His stomach growled and gurgled loudly. "Oh crap..." Looking around, he saw no bathrooms in this dinky cafe. "Oh no...AH CRAP!" Emile ran outside, flinging the money everywhere. "BATHROOM!"
"AH!" Veronica exclaimed seeing how careless he was with the money "Be careful!" She ran after him, trying to catch up. But every time she would get in an arms range he would increase his speed. "Oh the heck with it.." She just threw herself at him, making them both fall down. She sat up after taking the money. "We are going to get you some pants. And they probably have a bathroom there, so calm the heck down." She shouted, about to stand up.