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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.