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[Today, the kitchen/dining area is occupied by a different flavor of Kaito, who has five cards strewn out in a line on the table before him, each one face down. He's reaching out and flipping them over to reveal the faces in random order, before he turns them over again.

Ace of spades, queen of hearts, four of diamonds, ten of clubs, two of hearts, and back to the ace which has mysteriously been transformed to a king of diamonds.

He continues this random pattern for a while, the five cards on the table changing their faces each time he flips them over.

Until he stops suddenly and lifts a card up to frown at it]

... damn it, this wasn't supposed to be a Jack, it was supposed to be another ace.

[he sighs and mumbles to himself as he collects the five cards and produces the rest of the deck from (seemingly) nowhere to shuffle it]

Might as well try again.

[Even the best magicians need practice]

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Kaito.

We're talking about a packet of skim milk powder.

Don't talk about it like that where it can hear you, you're going to make it feel bad.

...

Once mixed, [Brand name] Skim Milk Powder should be kept refrigerated and treated as fresh milk. Opened packs are best stored in an airtight container in the refridgerator. Store unopened packs in a cool, dry place.

[...

he grabs a page out of the book and holds it up]

I'm about to rip it!

That's a book! An important book!

Skim milk's secrets! They're important secrets!

Are you even thinking about what you're saying?

There's nothing wrong with what I'm saying.

You're advocating rights for Skim Milk.

You're advocating rights for a book.

I'm advocating not destroying a book. Slight difference.

And I'm advocating that you just let skim milk stay skim milk.

In that case I suggest you rethink your stance on the door.

You didn't ask nicely.

You didn't answer my question.

You didn't ask the right question.

You can't dictate to your audience.

You can't expect a magician to reveal his secrets just like that.

It's not really a secret, is it? I know what you did, just not when you did it.

[Putting the skim milk back in the shelf, incidentally, and pulling out a box of muesli.]

[eyebrow] Then what did I do? Tell me, oh great detective.

You placed the card in my pocked while my attention was on -- no, you didn't. You had the card in your hand the entire time and just pretended to find it there.

[he lifts an eyebrow again, not confirming or denying anything]

Misdirection at it's finest.

[puts the muesli back, jumps down off the bench.] Answered my own question! Can I go now?

[taps his cheek]

How did I move your chair?

[Deadpan.]

Magic. Obviously.