He had only intended to grab a snack, something to enjoy with his midnight camembert. Perhaps half a baguette was more than a snack, but the kwami of destruction was hungry, and sometimes it was nice to have bread with his cheese. The Agrestes could certainly afford it. Plagg had served both wealthy and not-so-wealthy Chat Noirs, and he knew which he preferred.

Plagg's mindset was somewhat selfish, but after several million years, he doubted he could change it. Besides, as long as he kept it to himself, no one would get hurt, right?

All kwamis kept secrets from their owners, and Plagg was no exception. They were immortal beings with millions of years of experience and knowledge, so secrets between themselves and their owners were understandable. But this secret was different.

Plagg had not expected to turn around from the fridge and find Gabriel Agreste standing there, wide-eyed. He had zipped away quickly, baguette still in paw, but not before he caught the expression of horror on the lavender kwami hovering near the designer's shoulder as they briefly made eye contact.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit.' was all the black kwami could think as he sped away, phasing through as many walls as possible so that the villain wouldn't have any idea of where he was heading.