Kire was looking around, trying to picture what might be a good place for the pantry. When he spoke again, she straightened up in thought. She had lost track of who she had made privy to this information. Envy, yes. [I]Oh. Right. Akuma.[/i] Kire sighed. "Yeah. You don't have those around here, do you?" She went back to work, carefully bending over to scratch lines in the soil. "I'd have thought she would tell you. I expected her to be someone who would wave that in your face."