Oooookay, so call him dense and idiotic, but the one thing that he wasn't was insensitive-- there's a dissonant note that hangs in the air as soon as he steps in-- push it too far and the whole place was going to hell in a grocery bag. He should have known by that chuckle before he left that it really wasn't anything good he was going to meet at the door-- was this Yukiko-san's idea of revenge?!
Just why didn't his own mom get the brunt of Yukiko-san's anger anyway...?!
Kaito said cheerfully, setting the boxes of cupcakes on the counter, idly grabbing a sticky note pad and a pen from the counter and quickly doodling a stick figure of a horse, plucking the bottle of wine out of the detective's hands and sticking on the label, setting it on the counter after. Another horse on a new note followed suit, this time paired with a clover and stuck on the cupcake box-- From the white horse to the Kuroba. Cupcakes were his, yo.
(Okay, fine, he shouldn't be greedy but cupcakes.)
If Hakuba's smile was diminishing (not that it would be, he's wayyyy too proper... isn't he?), then his was widening-- feeding off the horror he could feel radiating from the Briton next to him. Yes. Perfect. Be Scared, Hakuba. Be very, very scared.
Kaito chorused, slinging a way-too-familiar arm around the other's shoulders--
"I mean, us? Plan anything horrible? Have some faith. Lead the way, Hattori~"
He said, even as the other walked out of the room-- and he followed, letting the arm slip away to tug on the other's own arm if Hakuba hadn't plucked it off or shrugged it off or whatever, really. Getting out of the kitchen was a good idea and if he could rack up the dread before the anti climatic reveal then hell yeah, he was going to take it.
"You're going to love it."