"Wow, I'm really running behind schedule!" Scrambling around the kitchen, I plucked the scones from the oven, burning my fingertips in the process. "Great..." I set the baking sheet on the granite counter, flapping my fingers to try to numb the pain. Failing, I began to run the tap, waiting for the cold water to attempt to rescue my fingers. Better... Leaving my fingers under the water, my head whipped around, searching for the jam. What did he say... I'm sure he hated oranges... What about raspberries? I turned off the tap, grabbing a small knife from the drawer before searching through my jam collection. "Strawberry... Orange, no. I'm sure he didn't care for oranges... Raspberry... Grape..." Glancing at the clock, it read 4:30, proving how far behind I really was. Grabbing the raspberry jam, I scampered over to the now cooled scones. Slicing each one in half, I placed a small lump of jam around the middle of the bottom half of each scone, spreading it so it covered the scone. Placing the knife in the sink, my eyes darted around for another little treat to put inside my scones. Smiling, I grabbed my basket of fruit. Picking out enough fresh raspberries, I placed one on top of the jam before returning the tops to my little piles of goodness. Great. He'll be ready in 10 minutes... Cramming the scones into a ziplock container I ran to find the ringing phone. "Hello? Oh... Yeah..."Running my burnt fingers through my long black hair, I smiled sheepishly, thankful he couldn't see me.
"Kisa, you're not ready yet, are you?" My jaw dropped.
"Y-Yami..."My head hung low, he knew me too well. "No... But I'm almost done! I swear!" The room was filled with a dark purple smoke as Bakura transported me and my scones to the shadow realm.
"Well?" I held the scones out in front of me, hoping I wouldn't be sent back. "Hmmm... Scones? Do you humans eat these with tea?" I nodded, still sitting on the ground with my legs sprawled out.
"The royalty does... I've never tried..."
"Makes sense." He popped one into his mouth as I held my breath, my eyes shut tight. I didn't notice he was smiling until he placed his hand on my head. "They are delicious, good job Kisa." He helped me up, placing my small frame in a chair.
"Really?" He nodded, placing a delicate china cup in front of me, a scone sat on the saucer. I smiled back at him, taking a sip, letting the warmth wash over me.