"Y'know, I'd actually be up for a picnic, but neither of us brought a basket of food. Tragic." Well, artist girl,would probably be hella pissed if they brought food into her gallery, so it all worked out. Anyway. 

 Of all the things Akira expected to be behind the door Mitsuki opened, the secret world council was not one of them. Why the hell were they chilling right next to the garden? Did faceless abominations need time to admire the bounty of nature?

Well, whatever. There was an opportunity here. Akira stood in the center of the spotlight feeling the intense gaze of the figures' lack-of-eyes. He cleared his throat. "Gentlemen. You must be wondering why i called you here today." Silence. "I have discovered a criminal most dire. A wretched being, deserving of our scorn. Last meeting, someone stole our secret cookies." Akira twirled around to point at a random figure. "It was you, Douglas! You did it, you fiend!"