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[hyper_vigilant]

[stumbles into the kitchen, which by god, is actually a kitchen~! Solemnly obtaining a piece of his favorite cake, he takes a bite, chewing through his speech as is natural to him.] Mmmmm... Holidays which encourage the consumptions of sweets aren't entirely... mmmmm... a waste of time.

[OOC: Please to be coming to talk to L in the post-holiday!

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[forevrfourteen]

(Nate sees sweets and is automatically drawn to the kitchen)

OHMYGOODNESS. They have pocky!

(Num num num, he goes as he chews on his pocky.)

(ooc: HARLO! :D)

[hyper_vigilant]

[Pours himself tea in a dignified manner, quickly losing its effect upon plopping vast amounts of cubes in his cup] Yes, they do.

[forevrfourteen]

(Num num num. still chewing on pocky.)

POCKY IS LIKE MY HERION!

(Num num num)

[hyper_vigilant]

No need to voice your opinion so loudly; I can hear you well from here. [plops more sugar into the syrup he calls tea] I confess, however, that the comparison isn't one I expected.

[ciggy_plz]

[He throws his arms in the air as he walks through.]

Hallelujah! A kitchen that's actually a kitchen! Jesus.

[And he proceeds to stuff his mouth with sweets and such.]

[hyper_vigilant]

[Flinches]. Refrain from using that expletive, please.

[ciggy_plz]

... Expletive?

[Cue wtf look here.]

[hyper_vigilant]

[lowers his voice, pressing fudge into Matt's hand.] Can you keep a secret?

[chocolaaaaate]

[He forgoes cakes and cookies, rummaging around for the chocolate.]

...

[He stumbles onto chocolate cake and scowls.]

A kitchen full of sweets. Is a chocolate bar too much to ask for? Tch...

[hyper_vigilant]

[Stifles a sigh] Patience, Mr. Mello. You're far more likely to find chocolate if you're patience. [points at Near] You see? Near has already found pocky; a form of chocolate, although I understand that you may want a little more than that offers.

[chocolaaaaate]

[He looks from L to Near then L again.]

What.

[It's not a question.]

[hyper_vigilant]

[Stifles a sigh of great patience.] Calm yourself down. By using your reasoning, you're more likely to find your chocolate than by trashing the table of treats. Try not to be as impatient.

Do you understand?

[l_liselotte]

After stumbling through what seemed like five doors seven hallways three X rooms Ritsuka finally manages to find the kitchen. It wouldn't have been hard if she hadn't been missing from the mansion again.

"I see this room moves more than normal." She mutters to herself. Looking at the table spread the female detective looks for her favorite treat. "hmm.. it isn't here."

[hyper_vigilant]

[Stifles reaction to seeing a feminine version of himself, why not a girl, after everything he's seen here, he slurps loudly.] What is it... mmm... that you're looking for?

[l_liselotte]

"It is a Kaluah cake. It is quite good." She says without turning around keeping her eyes scanning for the treat. "It is like a tiramisue cake only sweeter."

[hyper_vigilant]

I see. [slurps] When you find it, please get me a slice.

[flowerfinest]

Sweets make you fat. [ He's grabbing a churro as he says this ]

[hyper_vigilant]

[The words, while typical, coming from a blond, blue-eyed man in THIS mansion...] Amane?