And now Rachel mentally kicked herself. She really didn't want to get into this whole thing. What the hell was he, a detective?
"What are you? A detective?" she asked with an annoyed tone to her voice. "It was just some little boy that I used to visit in the hospital." This she answered with her usual flat voice, and added, "Let's drop it, alright?" The way she said 'alright' pretty much meant, 'drop it, or else.'
The brunette took a sip of her water, and watched as L started to take boxes from the cabinet and tuck them underneath his arms. She wondered if he was going to eat everything he was pulling out. "Either you're bulimic, or else you have a metabolism that most girls would kill for."