Putting his fork down, Light raised a finely arched eyebrow, the look he gave L nothing short of incredulous.

"'Not hungry'? When are you ever not hungry for cake? I don't think I could even count on one hand how many stomachs you seem to have for this crap." If he sounded a bit peeved, well, he was; L had practically shoved this cake down his throat, and now he wasn't going to eat any of it himself? He could almost feel his blood pressure rising, though what he didn't know was that it was in fact, for reasons entirely different than sounding like a nagging housewife.

"Listen, if I have to eat this cake then so do you. I shouldn't even have to make you eat it in the first place."