***Yes. I'm in the 90's. Almost done with these. Lol.***
"They kicked me out of my own kitchen," Ishizu said, sounding a little distressed over the matter.
Bakura rolled his eyes towards her as he sat on the couch. He and Rishid watched sports while Bastet and Marik busied themselves in the kitchen. Bakura shrugged. "Of course they kicked you out. The whole point of us visiting is so Marik can help Bastet cook you dinner for your birthday."
"But I was only trying to help."
"You were probably trying to micromanage them. Just sit down and relax."
"I don't want to relax. That's stressful to me. It's like I'm wasting time when there's so much to do."
"Then grab some cards and we'll have a duel."
Ishizu frowned. "I haven't played that game in years."
"Good, maybe you're rusty and I can finally win a game."
Rishid's lip curled into a hint of a grin. "I doubt it."
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, Baldy." Bakura crossed his arms over his chest, turning his attention back to Ishizu. "Get your cards or pace until your carpet wears out. It's all the same to me."