Following after him, Paprika nodded. "You've figured out my plan. I'm just trying to get you to cook for me. First it's grilled cheese and some soup, tommorrow I'll buy you a Julia Child book." Snickering at the idea, since she couldn't see Light standing over a stove and fretting, her steps were measured.
Paprika looked momentarily confused when he talked about a fictional setting before it clicked. "...Honestly, Light? You honestly want me to move more than I need-" realizing what else he'd said, she smiled faintly. "Actually, that'd be fun." He was right- her current problems would vanish as long as she was using the DC-Mini. Oh, the wonders of technology.
Leaning against a chair, Paprika eyed Light. "Where were you thinking of?"