Most of the presents, Anton had managed to leave without any evidence of his presence; but Bakura's had been difficult. Anton hadn't quite realised that Wreath and Bakura were such close friends, and so in the end he had simply knocked on their door and handed Wreath two presents, and walked away again.

It was gratifying to know that Wreath had given one of the gifts to its intended, at least, though apparently he hadn't felt the need to hide its source.

"You're welcome," Anton said simply, but with a furrowed brow. His knowledge of Egyptian was a century old at best; yet Bakura referred to them as newer constructions. And yet, again, Bakura was familiar with modern amenities. How strange.

"Curries," he said, "mostly from India, today. This one--" He nodded at one pot. "--will be quite spicy, one of the others intermediately so, and the rest mild."