Knowing L, that worry actually isn't so irrational. His glance slides Cesar's way as the man sits very close by, instead of... say, out by the couch or the table.

Well, that's sweet, isn't it?

He glances at the counter Cesar indicates, snorting at the arrangement. "I thought so. What were you thinking?" he laughs gently, bending at the knees to watch the coffee drip into the waiting pot, his shoulder dangerously close to the cupboard where Cesar has stowed the incriminating, offending notebook.

"I guess... maybe it's a stupid question to ask what you remember, then."