As you wake up and make yourself some breakfast, you hear the unmistakable click-clack of your roommate on his computer. He's most likely working on the Kira case. From the looks of it, he's been up all night. His tea cup is filled to the brim with sugar cubes, barely any actual tea remaining.

As you pour the last of the milk into your bowl of cereal, you hear him stop typing and stare at you. His eyebags are exceptionally large today.

"I'll put milk on the list while I'm at it."