You had recently been accepted into the Armed Detective Agency. So out of the kindness of your own heart, you baked them a pie to eat as a little welcome gift. You arrived and set the pie down in the Agency’s kitchen. Everyone came along to have a piece but you noticed Kunikida, one of the Agency’s members, staring at you instead. After everyone had gone, he approached you sternly.

“Are your arms alright?”

He gestured to the bandages littered on your arm with concern. Looking back at you for an answer