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[There are notes all around the Mansion today. Not very complicated notes. In fact, they're very simple.

'Kaito,

I have a surprise for you, so come to the lobby as soon as possible.

Love,
mom'

Of course, should any Kaito listen to this letter and enter the lobby, they'll find a surprise.

Namely in the form of a pitfall right in front of all the doors. One with aligators, one with dogs, one with snakes, and for the truly unlucky Kaito, one with fish.

And should they pass the pitfall, they'd have to deal with a poles shooting out of the ground.

And should they pass that, there will be a swinging blade pendulum of death.

And then there will be cake.

Chocolate cake.

Which is actually perfectly safe. That's his treat for making it through alive.

Of course others are allowed to be caught by the traps by mistake, of course. Aya will come help you since you're not Kaito. Aoko's won't be helped though, since she trained her too.]

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[At first she doesn't say anything. For a moment she thinks it might be a younger version of her son.

Except...

She'd seen a few little boys who looked similar enough, but weren't her son and a closer look...yep, definitely not his hair. And those were glasses and Kaito's eyesight has always been fine.]

You might not want to step forward, little boy.

[And there she is, perched on the balcony railing around the lobby. Kept her out of the way and gave her height.]

[Oh, Aunty Aya. NOW this all made sense.]

I know pit-traps!

[Conan waves in greeting, before studying the pit in front of him. His gaze shifts to the poles and the pendulum and the cake and he raises an eyebrow. Kuroba didn't eat cake ...]

Oh? Is your parents in the tomb raiding business too? [Just gonna watch Conan, but if he says he knows them, she'll let him try.]

[Blink-blink--] Oh! You're that Kaito's Mum.

No. They're just insane.

And like pit-traps.

Ah, so you've already met him? Then yes, I would be.

[Raises an eyebrow at that. And then laughs.] I wonder if Kaito thought that when he was your age.

Yeah! And -- Shinichi-niichan too!

You didn't ask him?

Ah, so Kudo-chan is here too! That would probably explain those bullet holes. They always play such violent games.

He might not have told the truth. He has a deep hero worship of his father.

It's dumb. There are civilians here too. Playing that kind of game's needlessly risky.

-- ah.

Oh, I'm sure they'll be more careful. They just don't have to usually worry for people in ancient tombs.

I guess that makes sense.

There's chocolate cake in the dining room.

But it's not my chocolate cake.

[She makes good chocolate cake.]

... huh.

[Conan gives the pit a second, more speculative glance. It's going to be harder given that he can't jump as far as usual, and those sticks will be a nuisance ... but is it worth the cake?]

I have to make the cake good enough so Kaito doesn't sulk for days.

[That settles it. Conan unhooks his jump-line from his belt, aims it at the balcony that Aya-obasan is sitting on, and uses it to swing across the pit. He gets halways through the sticks before he's forced to abandon the rope and drop roll to avoid being skewered. The roll takes him neatly under the pendulum, designed for someone considerably taller, and Conan cheerfully dusts himself off, and reaches up to get the cake.]

...

[ ... small problem.]

[Aya blinked and whistled. That WAS impressive.]

You have quite strict parents, to do that well so young.

[And then sees the problem. And giggles.] I didn't expect someone so young to go through. I didn't think about the table.

You should ... see ... what I ... have to do ... just ... to get out ... the door ... in ... the ... morning--

[Jumping. Still not quite tall enough.]

[Giggles.] I'll be down in a second. [He DID complete the course.

And down a rope to the lobby floor and serve him up some cake.]

[Imminent cake! Conan waits, exuding expectation.]

[And here's some cake! It's safe, so no worries!] Here you go, sweetie.

Thank you, Aya-bachan!

[Yay cake!]

You're welcome.

So what is your name?

It's good cake!

K--Conan. My name's Conan.

Ah, what a polite young man.

Conan? That's unusual. Is it after Doyle?

That's right. My parents like mysteries a lot.

Well, there are certainly worst names in the world.