He doesn’t wear the other costume anymore - hadn’t, as far as Ren knew, since Shido’s Palace. And remembering everything that happened there, the fight in the engine room, threatens to drag Ren’s mind back down the murky path of Akechi died, but not really, and he didn’t care enough to let me know.

And that will not do. Ren’s expression holds the lopsided grin but behind his glasses, the playful sparkle in his eyes dims, just for a moment.

Enough. It’s stupid to keep thinking about this. Get over it.

“Devil’s food cake … with strawberry frosting,” Ren finally offers as a counter. “No one would expect that.”

Finally, the perfect Akechi cake - bright, sweet outer layer concealing the darkness within. He was good at pulling off that trick, when it suited his purpose.