[None of those things are weird, Leon just doesn't understand!! Maybe if he did, they wouldn't have so many stupid arguments! No, they would.

Anyway, the room D leads him to is very obviously a kitchen, although like everything else in the shop it's a little too ornate to be considered reasonable or, god forbid, modern. To the point where there's an old-fashioned icebox instead of a fridge, and everything... D crosses to where that is by one wall, gesturing behind him for Leon to figure out what to do with that tray and the counter top.]

I could have sworn you weren't letting me out of your sight! Do tell me if I'm released from your bumbling house arrest.

[He says this, but it's not the main intention... a sub-intention, maybe. He's frowning into the icebox.] Do you even enjoy Italian cuisine, Detective?