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Grapes
"Light, what's for supper tonight?"
Light paused in taking off his coat and loosening his tie, wracking his mind for ideas. To be honest, he had completely forgotten, and now he had a hungry incubus on his hand. Well, technically not hungry, since he didn't need human food, but L loved it and Light still needed it…
Glancing down at the brown bag in his hand, (he had stopped by at the liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine) Light winced. He hadn't thought of dinner at all…
"We're having… fruit salad," Light fibbed, though by the deadpan look on L's face, it was obvious that the incubus didn't believe Light at all.
Shit. Caught.
"Well… it's mostly grapes anyway," Light continued, realizing with a sinking sensation that he was digging himself further into a hole with every centimeter L's eyebrows raised higher.
"Ok, all grapes... Fermented grapes? Aw, screw this," Light exclaimed, throwing his coat off and raising the brown bag with a sheepish expression.
"We're having wine for dinner."