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Toast
"Light."
"Yeah?"
"I want you to try something for me."
"What is it, L?"
"Say: loast, coast, roast, ghost, host, woast, post, quost, nost, boast."
Light did, repeating them all and getting an inkling as to where L was going with this.
Then, when Light finished, L smiled. "Now, what do you put in a toaster?"
"Bread, L," Light said, smiling and shaking his head at L's attempts to trick him.
At that moment, the toaster's bell dinged, and L scowled as he retrieved the pieces of toast, spreading butter and jam over them as he glared balefully at Light, his tail and wings drooping.
Damn.