Reasonably True
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The house was still as death; as a ponderous moment, thought between the threshold and the fire place. Except, there was no fireplace, and Ryou could only assume that, without a place for it- preferably with a stone or cherry-wood mantel tastefully adorned with various framed photos- there was no reason for there to be a fire in his living room.
Perhaps (on fire) the house was not so deathly still.
And that was the afternoon, after some commotion and exceptional water-throwing, that Bakura learned the reasons why cooking was typically done in the kitchen.
And not in the couch.