Bakura leaned over Marik's shoulder. "Lemme taste."
"No, get out of my kitchen."
"By what right is it your kitchen?"
"I'm the one cooking, so it's my kitchen." He smirked. "Don't worry. When it's time to wash the dishes, it can be your kitchen."
"Like hell."
"I'm cooking, it's only fair."
"Then I'll help you cook." Bakura grabbed a bulb of garlic and started separating the cloves.
"You still have to help with dishes."
"Then you have to serve dessert."
"Your innuendos will not save you from dish duty." Marik glanced over his shoulder. "The recipe said two cloves."
"Sure it did, so we're using nine."
"That's too much."
"Trust me, it's not. The only reason I'm not using a whole bulb is because I'm too lazy to peel it all."
"No, you have to follow the recipe, Bakura."
"No, you have to follow the recipe. I already know what I'm doing."
Marik glared at him. "Get out of my kitchen."
***No, seriously, when a recipe says 1-2 cloves of garlic, they mean half a bulb at least! An entire bulb if you feel like chopping that much garlic.***