Placing his bag carefully on the counter, Light doesn't even have to think about it. The bowl's right there, and then it's in his hands, and then it's skimming past A's head, fruit tumbling and bruising as it goes. It explodes on the wall behind him, in a shower of glass shards.

His smile is quite insane - stare fixed, all of it too wide and manic - as he says, "I wasn't trying." - he means the bowl - "Don't mention things you know nothing about." You can't know. I haven't told anyone here - except - did I tell her when I was sick? I can't have.