Around 1.30pm
Unfortunately, L only remembered two people from the last time he was here. One seemed to be gone for good, and the other remembered nothing at all. There was no spark of recognition when he saw Reid's face, though there would have been if his mind hadn't apparently been wiped. Like Reid, L didn't forget faces.
Still, it was a relief to see someone who wasn't the old Gypsy claiming to be his mother. He tried to walk towards Reid, but the chain at his ankle prevented him from passing the post holding up the fortune-telling stand, catching him and causing him to stumble slightly. He sighed, resting his hands on the table, and was nudged in the small of his back by the rifle.
"I am supposed to tell you welcome on behalf of Madame Romani, who has for some reason decided that I have a third eye." He got another nudge, this one somewhat harsher. "What do wish to hear me lie or make educated guesses about this afternoon?"
What followed was a heated argument in Romani between L and the old Gypsy, one which L seemed to lose to her sheer fury. And the rifle.