Meanwhile, in the kitchen.....
Tristan: (looking all through the cupboards for some cool-aid)
Joey: (snooping around in the fridge for anything that isn't too fancy nor nutritious to snack on.) "Dah....there's nothin' good ta eat in here! Nuthin' but fancy-smancy shtuff. How 'bout you Tristan?"
Tristan: "Nothing of interest. Just noodle packages, some instant food that's less than 200 calories.... "
Joey: (shudders) "Ew. Where's the fattening shtuff!?"
Tristan: "..Ahh what else is in here?"
Joey: (closes the fridge and flies over to him across the room.) "What iz it?"
Tristan:"Oh wow!"
Joey:"What!? What is it?!"
Tristan:(picks up a can from out the cupboard and waves it in front of Joey's face.) "Canned fruit!"
Joey: (recoils) "Uggh!! Keep that stuff away!! It's toxic!!"
Bakura:( in the middle of the kitchen, carefully picking out selectable ingredients for an early dinner) "Oh come on! That's not true!"
Joey:" It is too!! People say you're head gets all fuzzy when canned fruit is near!"
Tristan: (smacks him upside the back of the head with the can) "That's 'SIN', genius!!"
Bakura: (snickers softly to himself)
Joey: (covering his head.) "Oww! You shmuck!!" (swings at Tristan a few times, missing each time.)
Tristan: "Hahaha!! Come on, little Tidus!!"
Joey: (getting frustrated, then just gives up) "Daaah!! So smack me with a limit break! They're all the same!"
Bakura: "Joey, that's not true!"
Joey: "Yeah, but in a matter of speaking, it is!"
Tristan: (drapes an arm across Joey's shoulders and proceeds to lead him out of the kitchen.) "Come on. Let's leave the master to his art."
Joey: "Kay." (snags a rice ball from off the table where Bakura had countless ingredients lain all over and across the tabletop and pops it in his mouth.) "Goo ged dit" ("you said it")
The two leave out the kitchen door and wait in the den.
Bakura: (looks aimlessly over the counter near the stovetops and his eyes pin-point a cylinder can hidden behind a few pots and pans.) "What's this?" (as he moves the pots out of the way, he suddenly feels sleepy, as his other presence sweeps over him and takes over his body.)
Yami Bakura: (chuckles and reaches for the cylinder. He reads over the label without much passion, but grins evilly at what it is. He had found some powdered Whiskey Sour!!) "Heheheh. Excellent!! What more than a better substitute for that rubbage they call cool-aid?! Hahaha!! Now to just find some red food coloring....Hmmm..." (rummaging around a bit, he finally locates some food coloring in a cupboard directly above the stove. Adding it to the mix, he turns his attention away from his devious scheme to look for a jug to put the water in. Just as he does, the kitchen door swings open and Joey comes in)
Joey: " 'Ey, Bakura?"
Yami Bakura: (instantly loses control as Bakura awakens.)
Bakura: (keeps his back to Joey as he rinses out the jug before proceeding to fill it with cool water.) "Yes Joey?"
Joey: (notices something odd about Bakura...but he was always an enigma to him, so, he let it go.) "Ah...I've been meaning to ask ya, what's for dinner?"
Bakura: (finishes filling the jug and sits it down on the counter beside the whiskey and food coloring mixture as to block it from Joey's sight.) "Ummm, let me see..."
Joey: (watches Bakura as he leaves the counter, and walks over to the tabletops where all the edible food from the Kaiba's refrigerator and cupboards lay scattered.)
Bakura: (carefully traces his eyes over the food, and selects three things) "Hmm, well, how about we try something new besides burgers and squid for once?"
Joey: "Uhhh okay. What did you have in mind?"
Bakura: "Hmmmm. How does pork and noodles sound?"
Joey: "Pork and noodles!? Uhhh, I'll have to ask the others, but it sounds hard. Sure you feel up to it?"
Bakura: (nods, giving Joey a sweet smile) "Mhm."
Joey: "Oh okay. Thanks! See ya!"
Bakura: "Oh Joey, wait!"
Joey: "Yeah?"
Bakura: "If you want a snack, there's a can of Poppycock on the table."
Joey: (blinks, then rushes to the table and snatches up the canister) "Cool thanks!"
Bakura: (waves with a smile as Joey leaves the room. As he returns his attention to cooking, his counterpart takes over again)
Yami Bakura: "Bah!! You and your saccharine sweetness! Anyway, back to the previous engagement..." (with that settled, he then proceeded to finish mixing the whiskey sour with the food coloring mix into the jug of water.) "Hmmm..." (he mused, peering down into the liquid) "I need something to stir it with..."
Just as Yami Bakura turned away from the mixture to look for something to stir it with, Tristan came bounding through the door.
Tristan: "Hey, Bakura, got anything else to eat while we wait for the food? Joey's being a stingy little--Hey...!! Cool-Aid! You found some!"
Yami Bakura: (cringes) 'No! He found it too soon!!'
Tristan: "Hey hey! FOUND SOME COOL-AID!!!"
Joey: (comes bursting through the door with his mouth full of Poppycock) "BUUL-BAID!?!"
Yami Bakura: (before he can protest, Tristan and Joey push him out the way and start zipping back and forth between cupboards taking out cups. They completely ignored a pot on the stove as it started to boil and bubble. This triggered Bakura to retake control of his body and rush to it to turn the heat down.)
Bakura: (simply watches them)
Joey: "Got the cups?"
Tristan: "Cups!"
Joey: "Now, just to stir it..."
Tristan: "...And pour it!"
Joey: "Bottoms up!"
Tristan and Joey: (savagely start to gulp it down, until they realize the nasty taste it carries and spit it out.)
Tristan: "Ack!!!"
Joey: (biting his tongue because it tasted so bad) "Dish crap ish SOUR or sumthin'!"
Tristan: "Yuck. You're right for a change. But hey, that's no problem at all! All we need is some more sugar..."
Joey: "Sugar!!!"
Tristan: "Stir..."
Joey: "Stir!"
Tristan: "And drink!"
Joey: "For REAL, this time!"
Tristan:"........."
Joey:".....................s' tangy."
Tristan:"......yeah. Not bad!! Hey Bakura!"
Bakura: (sweatballs.) "Uh...Ye-yes?"
Tristan: (holds his cup of the whiskey/ cool-aid up to his face to address him. Bakura can't help but look at it with a guilty feeling, but he wasn't quite sure of the reason.) "What kind of flavor is this?"
Bakura: "Ohh..I wouldn't know..."
Yami Bakura: "It's the taste of your death!!"
Joey: "Huh?" (takes a few sips)
Tristan:" Did you say something, Bakura?"
Bakura: (blushing wildly at the emerging of his darker side. Quickly, he returns his attention to cooking, and cooking only) "Nothing. Would you two mind leaving me alone, please? I have something I really must sort out."
Joey: (stares blankly at him, while taking more of a gulp this time) "Oh...." (gulp) "kay"
Tristan: "Sure thing, Bakura. Want some Cool Aid?"
Bakura: "NO!"
Tristan:"!"
Bakura:" I mean.....no...no thank you. Please leave me to my preparations."
Joey: (wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and already starts to pour himself some more. Soon after he does, he tops off the entire drink in two gulps, then goes back for more of the red liquid)
Tristan: (grabs hold of Joey's shoulder) "Hey whoa! Slow down there, buddy!"
Joey: (shrugs his hands off) "...More..."
Tristan: "Dude, are you okay?"
Joey: (thinks for a minute, then goes after a clean cup and pours the whiskey/cool-aid in it) "Never been better. Just feel a little...active."
Tristan and Bakura: (both raise an eyebrow) " 'active' ?"
Tristan: "And who, may I ask, is that extra cup for?"
Joey: (takes a sip from his own cup before answering) "For Yuge."
Tristan and Bakura: (exchange glances with each other, bad ideas and conclusions coming to their minds)
Tristan: (reaches for the cup for Yugi) "I~~~ think that's quite enough of you and your whims for today..."
Yami Bakura: "There will be no date rape, today!!"
Tristan: "Huh?"
Bakura: (shrugs. He continues to fix the food) "I agree with you, though. Let Tristan take it to Yugi. You might drink his share."
Tristan:"Yeah. After this, there'll be no more of this cool-aid for you. You've totally lost it, man!"
Joey:"Look, I said I was fine! You don't gotta baby me, every time, Tristan. If you wanna take it to Yugi, you can." (takes one last gulp and throws his empty cup down before storming out the door) "I'm outta here." Tristan: "Hey, Joey!" Bakura: "Let him go, Tristan." Tristan:".....hmph....." Joey: "Tmph. Who does Tristan think he is? I mean, I know we're friends and all, but...does he always gotta be so....so....paternal..?" (he shakes his head at the thought, even though deep inside he claimed it to be true) ???: "Well, hello there Joseph."
Tristan: (looking all through the cupboards for some cool-aid)
Joey: (snooping around in the fridge for anything that isn't too fancy nor nutritious to snack on.) "Dah....there's nothin' good ta eat in here! Nuthin' but fancy-smancy shtuff. How 'bout you Tristan?"
Tristan: "Nothing of interest. Just noodle packages, some instant food that's less than 200 calories.... "
Joey: (shudders) "Ew. Where's the fattening shtuff!?"
Tristan: "..Ahh what else is in here?"
Joey: (closes the fridge and flies over to him across the room.) "What iz it?"
Tristan:"Oh wow!"
Joey:"What!? What is it?!"
Tristan:(picks up a can from out the cupboard and waves it in front of Joey's face.) "Canned fruit!"
Joey: (recoils) "Uggh!! Keep that stuff away!! It's toxic!!"
Bakura:( in the middle of the kitchen, carefully picking out selectable ingredients for an early dinner) "Oh come on! That's not true!"
Joey:" It is too!! People say you're head gets all fuzzy when canned fruit is near!"
Tristan: (smacks him upside the back of the head with the can) "That's 'SIN', genius!!"
Bakura: (snickers softly to himself)
Joey: (covering his head.) "Oww! You shmuck!!" (swings at Tristan a few times, missing each time.)
Tristan: "Hahaha!! Come on, little Tidus!!"
Joey: (getting frustrated, then just gives up) "Daaah!! So smack me with a limit break! They're all the same!"
Bakura: "Joey, that's not true!"
Joey: "Yeah, but in a matter of speaking, it is!"
Tristan: (drapes an arm across Joey's shoulders and proceeds to lead him out of the kitchen.) "Come on. Let's leave the master to his art."
Joey: "Kay." (snags a rice ball from off the table where Bakura had countless ingredients lain all over and across the tabletop and pops it in his mouth.) "Goo ged dit" ("you said it")
The two leave out the kitchen door and wait in the den.
Bakura: (looks aimlessly over the counter near the stovetops and his eyes pin-point a cylinder can hidden behind a few pots and pans.) "What's this?" (as he moves the pots out of the way, he suddenly feels sleepy, as his other presence sweeps over him and takes over his body.)
Yami Bakura: (chuckles and reaches for the cylinder. He reads over the label without much passion, but grins evilly at what it is. He had found some powdered Whiskey Sour!!) "Heheheh. Excellent!! What more than a better substitute for that rubbage they call cool-aid?! Hahaha!! Now to just find some red food coloring....Hmmm..." (rummaging around a bit, he finally locates some food coloring in a cupboard directly above the stove. Adding it to the mix, he turns his attention away from his devious scheme to look for a jug to put the water in. Just as he does, the kitchen door swings open and Joey comes in)
Joey: " 'Ey, Bakura?"
Yami Bakura: (instantly loses control as Bakura awakens.)
Bakura: (keeps his back to Joey as he rinses out the jug before proceeding to fill it with cool water.) "Yes Joey?"
Joey: (notices something odd about Bakura...but he was always an enigma to him, so, he let it go.) "Ah...I've been meaning to ask ya, what's for dinner?"
Bakura: (finishes filling the jug and sits it down on the counter beside the whiskey and food coloring mixture as to block it from Joey's sight.) "Ummm, let me see..."
Joey: (watches Bakura as he leaves the counter, and walks over to the tabletops where all the edible food from the Kaiba's refrigerator and cupboards lay scattered.)
Bakura: (carefully traces his eyes over the food, and selects three things) "Hmm, well, how about we try something new besides burgers and squid for once?"
Joey: "Uhhh okay. What did you have in mind?"
Bakura: "Hmmmm. How does pork and noodles sound?"
Joey: "Pork and noodles!? Uhhh, I'll have to ask the others, but it sounds hard. Sure you feel up to it?"
Bakura: (nods, giving Joey a sweet smile) "Mhm."
Joey: "Oh okay. Thanks! See ya!"
Bakura: "Oh Joey, wait!"
Joey: "Yeah?"
Bakura: "If you want a snack, there's a can of Poppycock on the table."
Joey: (blinks, then rushes to the table and snatches up the canister) "Cool thanks!"
Bakura: (waves with a smile as Joey leaves the room. As he returns his attention to cooking, his counterpart takes over again)
Yami Bakura: "Bah!! You and your saccharine sweetness! Anyway, back to the previous engagement..." (with that settled, he then proceeded to finish mixing the whiskey sour with the food coloring mix into the jug of water.) "Hmmm..." (he mused, peering down into the liquid) "I need something to stir it with..."
Just as Yami Bakura turned away from the mixture to look for something to stir it with, Tristan came bounding through the door.
Tristan: "Hey, Bakura, got anything else to eat while we wait for the food? Joey's being a stingy little--Hey...!! Cool-Aid! You found some!"
Yami Bakura: (cringes) 'No! He found it too soon!!'
Tristan: "Hey hey! FOUND SOME COOL-AID!!!"
Joey: (comes bursting through the door with his mouth full of Poppycock) "BUUL-BAID!?!"
Yami Bakura: (before he can protest, Tristan and Joey push him out the way and start zipping back and forth between cupboards taking out cups. They completely ignored a pot on the stove as it started to boil and bubble. This triggered Bakura to retake control of his body and rush to it to turn the heat down.)
Bakura: (simply watches them)
Joey: "Got the cups?"
Tristan: "Cups!"
Joey: "Now, just to stir it..."
Tristan: "...And pour it!"
Joey: "Bottoms up!"
Tristan and Joey: (savagely start to gulp it down, until they realize the nasty taste it carries and spit it out.)
Tristan: "Ack!!!"
Joey: (biting his tongue because it tasted so bad) "Dish crap ish SOUR or sumthin'!"
Tristan: "Yuck. You're right for a change. But hey, that's no problem at all! All we need is some more sugar..."
Joey: "Sugar!!!"
Tristan: "Stir..."
Joey: "Stir!"
Tristan: "And drink!"
Joey: "For REAL, this time!"
Tristan:"........."
Joey:".....................s' tangy."
Tristan:"......yeah. Not bad!! Hey Bakura!"
Bakura: (sweatballs.) "Uh...Ye-yes?"
Tristan: (holds his cup of the whiskey/ cool-aid up to his face to address him. Bakura can't help but look at it with a guilty feeling, but he wasn't quite sure of the reason.) "What kind of flavor is this?"
Bakura: "Ohh..I wouldn't know..."
Yami Bakura: "It's the taste of your death!!"
Joey: "Huh?" (takes a few sips)
Tristan:" Did you say something, Bakura?"
Bakura: (blushing wildly at the emerging of his darker side. Quickly, he returns his attention to cooking, and cooking only) "Nothing. Would you two mind leaving me alone, please? I have something I really must sort out."
Joey: (stares blankly at him, while taking more of a gulp this time) "Oh...." (gulp) "kay"
Tristan: "Sure thing, Bakura. Want some Cool Aid?"
Bakura: "NO!"
Tristan:"!"
Bakura:" I mean.....no...no thank you. Please leave me to my preparations."
Joey: (wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and already starts to pour himself some more. Soon after he does, he tops off the entire drink in two gulps, then goes back for more of the red liquid)
Tristan: (grabs hold of Joey's shoulder) "Hey whoa! Slow down there, buddy!"
Joey: (shrugs his hands off) "...More..."
Tristan: "Dude, are you okay?"
Joey: (thinks for a minute, then goes after a clean cup and pours the whiskey/cool-aid in it) "Never been better. Just feel a little...active."
Tristan and Bakura: (both raise an eyebrow) " 'active' ?"
Tristan: "And who, may I ask, is that extra cup for?"
Joey: (takes a sip from his own cup before answering) "For Yuge."
Tristan and Bakura: (exchange glances with each other, bad ideas and conclusions coming to their minds)
Tristan: (reaches for the cup for Yugi) "I~~~ think that's quite enough of you and your whims for today..."
Yami Bakura: "There will be no date rape, today!!"
Tristan: "Huh?"
Bakura: (shrugs. He continues to fix the food) "I agree with you, though. Let Tristan take it to Yugi. You might drink his share."
Tristan:"Yeah. After this, there'll be no more of this cool-aid for you. You've totally lost it, man!"
Joey:"Look, I said I was fine! You don't gotta baby me, every time, Tristan. If you wanna take it to Yugi, you can." (takes one last gulp and throws his empty cup down before storming out the door) "I'm outta here." Tristan: "Hey, Joey!" Bakura: "Let him go, Tristan." Tristan:".....hmph....." Joey: "Tmph. Who does Tristan think he is? I mean, I know we're friends and all, but...does he always gotta be so....so....paternal..?" (he shakes his head at the thought, even though deep inside he claimed it to be true) ???: "Well, hello there Joseph."