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When you eventually wake the next morning, you notice the smell of food in the air. In fact, it seems like it’s coming from right next to you. Opening your eyes and turning over on your side to glance down towards the floor you spot a tray – and what looks to be a traditional English breakfast; complete with tea, bacon, poached eggs, sausages, toast with butter, and fried tomatoes and mushrooms. Along with, yet again, a red rose and a note; “What better way to start the day than with breakfast?”

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“…goodness, you’ve been busy.” Hakuba stared down at the tray, shifting ever so carefully to pick up the tray and bring it closer. This kind of breakfast was no easy means to come by in Japan outside of home cooking, but… The detective couldn’t help the eager smile that slid onto his admittedly softened expression, once again touching the rose, and the note. 

“Why are you doing this for me?” Hakuba asked to no one. The breakfast was hot, yes; everything was perfect. But if it really was who he thought it was, they would be long gone by now. And instead of search, he tucked into that breakfast, completely unable to resist the call of those tomatoes and mushrooms and everything else. 

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Emperor Penguins are about a meter tall (they’re the largest living penguin species), so it would be very awkward to pick him up. He woke up and waddled over to Hakuba, blinking blearily as he did so. KID made a noncommittal noise at the idea.

“It’s always noncommittal with you, isn’t it? But, ah-hah! I have a camping chair. And a very warm coat. AND! A blanket. Which you can sit on, if you like. You sure you don’t want to sit in my lap and snuggle?”

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You open the door to your bedroom and step inside, more than ready to at least try to get some sleep – no matter how little of it you’ll actually end up getting – but stop once your eyes lock onto your pillow. There, nestled comfortably, is a plushie, about the size of your head. A white dove. And, resting next to it is, as you might have expected, a rose. And a handwritten note. “Sleep well, as this little dove does its best to keep your nightmares at bay.”

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“Yet again…” Hakuba said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He glanced to the window, which looked locked and secured as expected, then sighed. “If you’re nearby, Kaitou-san, you really ought to show yourself… Breaking and entering is a serious crime, you know.”

Yet, despite his words, the detective smiled. He took the note and ran his hands over its surface, memorizing the hand-writing, and took it to slip between the pages of his private journal which he kept stored in the lockbox underneath the window seat. The rose he added to his growing collection, slipping it into the vase with care. And the dove? Well…

For once, instead of going through his whole nighttime routine, Hakuba simply got into bed, full suit and all, and pulled it against his face. He hadn’t had a plush in several years and he had to admit that it was very comforting. So much so that within five minutes, the detective was fast into a dreamless sleep.