"Why are we here?" Bakura growls, glaring around the lot in distaste. The scent of pine is heavy in the air, due to the many trees they are surrounded by.
Malik shrugs and pulls his hat further down over his ears. "Yugi thinks it will be good for us, or something." He rolls his eyes.
"Why did we agree?" Bakura asks. "Actually, why did you agree? No one ever asked me. Bastard." He kicks out at Malik, who is wearing too many layers to be able to dodge.
"Because I knew you'd say no," Malik says. "If we're here, the Pharaoh is annoyed, but Yugi is happy, so we're safe. If we aren't here, the Pharaoh is annoyed because Yugi isn't happy, and then we're dead."
"True," Bakura says. "You're still a bastard." Malik smirks.
"Plus, if we stay out here a little longer, I can fake hypothermia and then tell Yugi we need to share body heat to warm me up." Malik snickers. "I wanna see if I can give the Pharaoh an actual heart attack."
"Oi, Malik!" Jounouchi calls. "C'mere! We need help carrying the tree!"