A kitchen knife cannot carve its own handle
*If there is one thing that Light doesn't exactly mind about the mansion, it's that there is never a shortage of exactly what he wants to eat in the kitchen. He supposes it's a small way of allowing the residents to experience a pseudo-comfort when the rest of the place is out to make them all as miserable as possible.
He doesn't particularly feel like cooking, and so water is put to boil in a kettle for tea, (he supposes that he may as well include for L, tea-guzzling monster that he is)and two slices of bread are placed onto a plate, along with what appears to be turkey (he smells it to check the quality. Satisfactory.), a leaf of lettuce, and a tomato.
As he slices the fruit, Light decides that perhaps in the future, it would be a wise idea to carry more than one knife on him. This one is acceptable with its serrated edges, but it lacks a point to the tip. It would be useful for slicing through something in a situation, but as for actual self-defense, he will need something sharper.*
I'm afraid you're going to have to make your own food.
*He glances at the detective, sure that if he is anything like the L that Light knew, he is accustomed to others performing the smallest actions for him. On more than one occasion, while Watari slept, Light was stuck in the position of cutting slices of cake for L which he would always complain were hardly large enough. Funny how this moment feels similar to then.*
I will make your tea, however.
[Private to l_shrugged, a continuation of this]
He doesn't particularly feel like cooking, and so water is put to boil in a kettle for tea, (he supposes that he may as well include for L, tea-guzzling monster that he is)and two slices of bread are placed onto a plate, along with what appears to be turkey (he smells it to check the quality. Satisfactory.), a leaf of lettuce, and a tomato.
As he slices the fruit, Light decides that perhaps in the future, it would be a wise idea to carry more than one knife on him. This one is acceptable with its serrated edges, but it lacks a point to the tip. It would be useful for slicing through something in a situation, but as for actual self-defense, he will need something sharper.*
I'm afraid you're going to have to make your own food.
*He glances at the detective, sure that if he is anything like the L that Light knew, he is accustomed to others performing the smallest actions for him. On more than one occasion, while Watari slept, Light was stuck in the position of cutting slices of cake for L which he would always complain were hardly large enough. Funny how this moment feels similar to then.*
I will make your tea, however.
[Private to l_shrugged, a continuation of this]