"So… years after I died, there was a man who performed miracles and walked on water who claimed he was the Son of God, not the Gods, and was tortured and killed. But then he came back to life. And we celebrate this occasion by eating chocolate and hunting for colorful eggs left to us by a rabbit who is really Grandpa."

"Pretty much, kinda, not really, but… yeah. That about sums it up." Joey rambled, not realizing his explanation would lead to so much confusion. He should have expected it, though.

Yugi walked up and handed over a woven basket filled with green strips of paper. "Because it's pouring out, we're having the egg hunt inside. All you need to know is to be careful not to break the eggs, and whoever finds the most wins."

"The ceremonies we had back in my time made so much more sense." Yami grumbled, head still spinning trying to sort everything out.

"Like the running of the Apis Bull? Or shaving your eyebrows as a sign of mourning? Or mummifying cats? Or-,"

"I get it. I get it. We had strange ceremonies, too." Yami laughed and Joey grabbed a basket.

Four hours, a broken stool, and a barely prevented brawl (that was entirely justified; Joey had seen that egg first, not Tristan) later, the searchers sat around the living room, tallying up their eggs. Two cartons, each with eighteen eggs had been purchased for the occasion. One had broken on the way into the boiling pot, four had cracked during the boiling, and another had been dropped while they were painting them the night before. That left thirty.

"I found nine." Yami counted.

Yugi finished spreading his out on the carpet and looked up, grinning triumphantly. "I got ten."

"Hmph. You two sure don't play well with others. There were three more participants in this little game, you know." Tristan glared at his two meager eggs, almost hidden beneath the green grass in his basket.

"I know. I was lucky to find my one egg." Tea held it up with the hand that wasn't currently supporting her chin. Her elbow was propped up on her knee, while her empty basket swung slightly from the arm holding the egg.

"Joey? How many do you have-," Yugi trailed off when he realized that Joey was no longer counting eggs. He was eating them. "Or … how many did you find?"

Joey paused, his mouth full of hardboiled, and slightly stained, egg. "We were supposed to be counting?"

Yyyyy

"Hello? This is Yugi." Yugi answered his phone. Tristan glanced up at him from where he was sprawled on the floor using Sachi as a pillow. The dog didn't react in the slightest.

"Is it the exterminator?" Yami questioned from the doorway. The two had temporarily moved in with their friend while Grandpa had been practically dragged away by Arthur. A few days ago, a strange smell had begun wafting through their house and had only gotten worse to the point that customers had started to comment. Unable to find the source, and eventually unable to stand the smell any longer, they hired a professional to find what must have been a dead… something in the walls.

"I still say this was Bakura again. That guy's bound to get bored eventually." Tristan went back to his book, some war novel or other Yami couldn't follow, and Yugi listened to the caller with an ever-growing look of embarrassment and disappointment on his face.

"Thank you, sir. I'm so sorry to have wasted your time-, what was that, sir? … You don't say… Well, thank you. That does make me feel a bit better. Have a great day."

"What did he find?"

Yugi didn't respond. He just sat down, buried his face in his hands, and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yugi?"

"Yugi, man, come on. What did he find? One of you hiding a collection of women's underwear or something?" Tristan bookmarked his spot and sat up. Sachi snorted and rolled over into him in protest of losing her blanket.

"He found an Easter egg. It was hidden in the vacuum, which is probably why we didn't find it. He said that this time of year, a lot of their calls end up involving lost eggs."

"I guess we should have paid more attention to how many Joey actually ate."

"Next year, we're hiding plastic eggs." Yugi pocketed his cell phone and stood up.

"Great idea. This holiday wasn't hard enough or me to understand. Let's complicate it more." Yami shook his head in anticipation of the next holiday.

"You were the one who wanted to be informed of upcoming holidays." Tristan rifled through his book until he found where he'd left off and continued. "I'll just be glad to get my place back to myself. It's no fun competing for remore privileges against you two."

Yyyyy

Rule 49: The saying goes that we must not count our eggs until they've hatched. Whomever said this has never had one rotting in his house. Always count your eggs. Or else.

UP NEXT IS THE SUPER SPECIAL CHAPTER 50! (Not wanting to give anything specific away, but if any of you have a prank you want to see, please send it to me. I plan to have this up by the end of the month at the latest.)

Please tell me what you thought of this! And, yes. I'm aware that this is the wrong season for this holiday, but my magical author powers cancel out your meager mortal logic.

Requested by rubygees.