"It tastes like blood," L says. Misa doesn't comment, but her childish look of disgust suggests she agrees.
Light takes a swallow, just to be contrary, and has to force himself not to gag. "What sort of wine is this?" he asks, tilting his goblet (wasn't it a wineglass a minute ago?) to look at it. It's as transparent as any other wine - and then
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