"Food," she breathed as she entered the cafeteria. The smell of the morning meal wafted through her nose, and it smelled good. She went to the front of the room and got what they were offering for breakfast that morning. "Still the same," Siete commented, seeing her options. Roger had this thing about breakfast. It had to be healthy and balanced or it wasn't allowed.

"What do you want?" the lady behind the counter asked her. Being a special orphanage, they even had lunch ladies to give them the food. Siete was convinced, though, that it wasn't for practicality so much as to make sure that no kid got more than one serving. It also made sure that they got at least some of everything.

"Feh. Some of everything. Not like you'll give me anything else," She laughed to herself.

"Not the nicest apple in the bushel, are you?"

"Nope." Siete gave her a polite smile, knowing that the lady could tell she didn't mean it, took her plate and left to go find somewhere to sit.

She spotted his bright red head in an instant. It stood out among the sea of blondes, brunets and paler reds. He was hunched over a GameBoy, his fingers rapidly pushing buttons. His breakfast lay to the side, abandoned for whatever game he was playing. She knew him; he was probably the only person here who she knew. Siete meandered over to him.

"Guess who," she told him when she got there. At the table before, she had set down her tray so that she could cover his eyes.

"Mero," he guessed wildly. Mero was the only one he usually hung around. Because most of the other kids feared Mero, they thought it best to avoid his friends.

"Idiot! Be serious!" Siete snapped.

"Siete?"

"So you haven't gone stupid on me," she chirped, retrieving her tray from the table of little girls.

"Wha- How? When?" Matt stumbled through the question, unsure of which one to ask, yet asking them all at the same time.

"He dragged me back her. Just arrived this morning," she answered his question. She didn't say that it was L who dragged her back. He would know. They had been best friends when they were younger, and he knew that she preferred not to even mention L's name; instead, she would stress the pronoun "he."

"What happened? Where did you go?" Matt shut down his GameBoy, knowing that he was actually planning on paying attention to this conversation. Siete looked up from her mouthful of eggs and continued to talk. She had never been one for manners.

"After I ran away, I got an elderly couple to adopt me. So long as I acted the good girl, they let me do as I pleased. They died of a heart attack last week," she explained.

"How'd you get back here though?" Matt figured that, so long as he wasn't playing his game, he might as well actually eat some non-cold food for once.

"He found me. Guess what? If you have a living relative over the age of 18, they can adopt you."

Matt blinked at this. Adopt? As in legal guardian? Was she trying to say that...?

"You can't mean-"

"Yep. He fucking adopted me. Damn bastard…"

"But, why are you here then? This is, after all, an orphanage," Matt voiced his wonder.

"Yeah, but he figured I'd probably cause less trouble here. Feh."

"Ah…" It made sense. If she were around him, she'd probably attempt to kill him. And L had this thing about possible assassins. He wasn't going to let any of them anywhere near him unless it happened to be vital to the case. Here, he was safe from assassination, yet he could still know everything she did.

"Yep. So, why did you guess Blondie's name when I covered your eyes?" Apparently, she had met Mero, and they hadn't gotten off to the right foot. Then again, they stood for entirely opposite sides of an issue. Mero and Siete would probably get along worse than Mero and Nia, if only because Siete would actually partake in the arguments.

"Not long after you left, Mero arrived. I was lonely, he liked video games, and he had chocolate. We hung out. He's one of L's biggest fans; though you probably know that already." He would have to be careful with his word choices. He didn't want to piss off Siete or Mero.

"Where are you in the race?" Siete knew that, although Matt neither liked L nor homework, he liked games. To Matt, the race to be L was a game, and he wanted to win. Of course, if he actually won, it wouldn't be too fun, so he didn't try to hard. She knew that he wasn't trying to support L, merely trying to entertain himself, and that was the only reason she had never bitten his head off for playing. Of course, that didn't mean that she wouldn't sit there and gnaw at his head occasionally.

"I'm in third. Mero is in first. Nia is first," He knew that she would want to know those ahead of him, because they would actually be trying to win. He had little doubt that she would pick them as her favorite targets for pranking and terrorizing.

"Nia… Is he albino?" So she's also met Nia, Matt thought to himself. He also pondered as to what sort of morning she had had before she'd come to breakfast.

"Yeah. He's two years younger than you and Mero."

"So, he's a year younger than you."

"Yep." It occasionally annoyed him that he was beaten by someone younger than him, but he never let it get to him. He wasn't even trying to win, and Mero was older than he was, and he lost too.

"I'm full." It was a sudden change of subject, but Matt didn't mind. He'd grown used to her occasional randomness before she had left, and Mero was even more impatient and rash than she was.

"Me too," Matt agreed. He was about to suggest that they go back to his room and catch up until he saw Mero. He had a fresh bar of chocolate in hand, and was headed over to Matt and Siete.