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[stripesandheels]

It isn't drinking if you're cooking with it, so the bananas fried in baileys that Matt's preparing is totally... well, still an indulgence, but not an awful one.

Most of the alcohol carmelizes, anyways.

And? It smells so good.

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[refractings]

[Light's only spoken with male Matts a few times during his stay in the Mansion. Upon noticing Matt, he blinks -- the sight of her stirs up a memory of an unpleasant dream, which... yes, involved a female Matt. How odd.

Nonetheless, he's never actually met one, and even if she's cooking something that smells irritatingly sweet, the Mansion hasn't stripped him of basic manners. He stops just inside the doorway and clears his throat to announce his presence.]

[stripesandheels]

[She glances over her shoulder, and once the moment of ohgodisithim? has passed, manages a smile.]

I've been waiting for someone to come in here and save me from myself.

[refractings]

[Light... blinks. He's spent months upon months in the Mansion, and months before that isolated in a cell, away from any sort of normal human interaction. And even if that weren't the case, he's never had anyone actually say something like that to him. It's usually the other way around. Despite his disquiet, he gives her a smile as he steps further into the kitchen. Girls like it when he smiles at them.]

Hello. I don't believe we've met. Do you go by Matt, or something else?

[stripesandheels]

Matt, yeah. We have met, actually. In that room that made people think they were dreaming. It was something to do with colours-

[She shrugs.]

-you held me, we floated. It was scary. It's nice to get a chance to talk to you in the real world.

[refractings]

--Ah. I didn't realize it was a room. Did it not create the sensation of a dream for you, then?

[They are moving right along, past the part wherein Light is apparently less than observant. As he speaks, he crosses the kitchen, heading for the pantry door.]

[stripesandheels]

It did- but once I got talking with a friend, we realized it was mutual. Weird, huh?

[She leans against the counter.]

I was serious about the saving. Can I ask a favour?

[refractings]

[He makes a nonverbal noise of agreement as he reaches the pantry, but when she brings up the saving again -- and asks a favor, what? -- he pauses and turns to face her. He looks calm, mildly interested, friendly.]

You can ask.

[stripesandheels]

I can't cook. Anything. Except sugar, apparently. I was hoping I could trade you half of this in exchange for some of your dinner.

[refractings]

[Light raises his eyebrows and peers past her at the stove.]

What is that, exactly?

[stripesandheels]

Sex in a pan.

[refractings]

[Uh.

He turns back to the the pantry and examines the shelves. If he can't see her, she's not really there, right?]

And you'll give half of it up? That would be a little unsatisfying, don't you think?

[stripesandheels]

Hah. That's funny. And perfect. I still want you to try some- I've put a lot of effort into it.

And, uh.

[She probably needs to eat something real, pretty badly.]

[refractings]

[He emerges from the pantry with his hands full of seasonings: ginger, garlic, and jalapeño peppers, as well as assorted containers. He sets them down on the counter and moves on to his next stop, the freezer. He looks expectantly at her as he passes her, giving her time to finish her thought.]

[stripesandheels]

[She gives him a hopeless half smile. Please?]

[refractings]

I didn't say I wouldn't, did I?

[He takes out not one, but two neatly-packaged plastic bags from the freezer.] Do you like stir-fry?

[stripesandheels]

I love stir fry.