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Cooked
Silence abounded as Light eyed the plate in front of him, before he tentatively picked up his fork and poked at the piece of meat on the dish.
"L."
"What?"
"I think we should establish a new rule around here…"
"What would that be, Light?"
"L shall not cook dinner, for thy food is uneatable."
"How cruel. I didn't think it was that bad…"
Looking up, Light raised an eyebrow in disbelief. He then jabbed his fork into the chicken thigh that had been placed onto his plate and held up at eye level, waving it around slightly and allowing L to see the blood that was streaming from the holes the fork prongs had created.
"L. This chicken is so undercooked, a skilled vet could still save him," Light told L succinctly.
Grimacing, L eyed the piece of nearly-raw chicken being waved in his face before pushing his own plate away, resting his chin on his hand and sighing resignedly. His tail flicked behind him sadly, the pointed tip coming up to prod at the chicken and he watched desolately as blood streamed down from the uncooked meat.
"…Maybe I'll just stick to desserts," L allowed, eyeing the ruined dinner with disappointment. And here he had thought he had been doing so well…
Tilting his fork down, Light allowed the chicken to slide wetly off the piece of cutlery and plop back onto his plate as he, too, pushed the uneatable meal away. And then, he got up and snatched the plate of cupcakes off the counter, proffering the plate to L silently as he took one for himself.
"You do that," Light told the incubus as he took a bite out of his vanilla cupcake. "Pretty hard to undercook cupcakes."