"They haven't here, either." No one invented the cakes, they had just appeared. ...He didn't realize how little sense he was making at the moment.

"Heiwajima Shizuo." He had a strange feeling that this girl wasn't supposed to be here, which manifested itself in his Growlithe's sniffing suspiciously at her. But who really cared? The louse was dead, which made almost anything bearable.