The bell tinkled as the door of my café pulled open. I looked up from the machine that slowly kneaded a blob of sugary dough. The figure at the door stooped in and peered around searchingly, black eyes wide as they adjusted to the darkness of the comfortable setting. They locked on me within seconds, though the intensity remained. He lurched towards me, passing into the kitchen much to the irritation of my employees. "Cecilia."

I grinned and removed my safety glasses. "Aye, welcome home, Lucy-loo."

His face twisted at the nickname, but he still swooped in close enough to pat my head awkwardly. I rolled my eyes and took his frail body into a hug. He tensed but continued patting my back. I could imagine the wheels turning in his head as he examined my 'creation station'.

Before he had the chance to inquire, I explained. "This evenly distributes the ingredients by rotating the dough as it tenderizes it. It cooks more evenly and tastes better. It's heaven in every bite as opposed to just every other." I pointed to a more complex machine, one with a flat surface that moved in smooth circles at an adjustable height. "See, this one applies frosting to the top. I can adjust the sides to fit the dimensions of the cake and encase it."

He raised his eyebrows and poked his finger into the bowl that continually mixed vanilla frosting, sampling it. I yelped and slapped his hand away from a double dip. "That's disgusting! Don't you dare defile my recipe!" He scowled at me forlornly. I sighed. It was time to be serious. "So, Light is Kira." I pulled a slice of cake from the cabinet and passed it to him.

He accepted it gratefully and popped the strawberry passed his pale lips. "Correct. And Kira, Light, has managed to take over Tokyo and all the people." He offered a heavy sigh.

I placed another strawberry on his plate consolingly. "So, he has the Death Note, shinigami, and a cult following. What are you suggesting we do next?"

An eerie grin spread across his face. "I can come up with something."