“Assist—? Oh, uh, well…” Honestly, it hadn’t even struck him to ask the detective for help, and he glanced around the kitchen, trying to figure out what else they might need that Hakuba could assist with. “I guess you could…go get a fork and knife, if you want any?”
He set the plates down on the table, shortly followed by the glasses.
“I don’t think there’s much else to do though, except pretty much carry it all into the living room,” Kaito said simply and shot the blonde a grin as he swiftly opened the cartons, grabbed a few pizza slices and set them on his own plate.
“Fork and knife…” Hakuba frowned at this, tilting his head. “I can eat pizza with my hands. I’m not that particular.” Or was he? He surveyed the slices that Kaito took for himself, eyes narrowing as he considered. But it didn’t look too particularly greasy, and he’d only resorted to knife and fork when it had been more of a deep-dish, lasagna style pizza. Was he expected to eat with a knife and fork? Was that normal?
Really, interaction with anyone was difficult. Why had he thought that barging in, post-heist, was a good idea? Yes he wanted to make the rotten thief’s life more miserable, but at the same time he really, really didn’t.
And there was rootbeer.
In the end, Hakuba followed Kaito’s cue and took a plate, two slices of the appropriate size, and then eyed the soda with a suspicious glance.
“Do you like it? Rootbeer, I mean.”
