“Don’t worry, once Raven’s done with the anniversary slash birthday dinner, we’ll leave”. Misa says as she slurps on her noodles.

Her noodles— 

Why is it always those bloody strips of dough? Why can’t we ever eat anything else?

“I wasn’t worried, Miss”. I thought rich people loved meat, so why can’t we just eat barbecue or something?

“Call me that again and I’ll kidnap you”. That’s a threat…right?. “And I’ll keep you by my side ...