Bathtime for Yami MarikYugi knocked opened the door to an odd sight. "Ryo? What are you--"
"Shhh," the white haired boy said, placing another M&M on the floor. "Not so loud, I'm not ready yet."
"Ready for what?" Yugi asked. "And why are you wearing swimming trunks in the middle of winter?"
"It's the only way I've found it to work," Ryo replied, laying a trail of candy down the hall. "Did you want something?"
Yugi's eyes followed his friend's trail into the bathroom. "I was wondering if I could borrow a cookbook. Grandpa wants stew, and I'm afraid he's going to blow up the shop if he tries to do it himself."
There was a strange noise, one of surprise and curiosity. Ryo squeaked and dashed out of the hall, grabbing Yugi by the hand and pulling him behind the couch. He put a finger to his lips and watched as Yami Marik came loping out of the kitchen, snatching the M&Ms deftly and flicking them