"What's not to get?" Bakura returned, watching Ravel's progress at the sink. "I eat dinner late, and you interrupted it. I'm still hungry, and you look like a sneeze in your direction could wet the back of your shirt, so you might as well have some too."

In addition to the plates, there was bread and soft cheese, both of which were pushed in the direction of Erskine's seat.

"If you're expecting to just be shouted at about how dangerous, and selfish, and irresponsible you were, by people who -- for the most part -- have never gone through anything more traumatic than losing a childhood pet, just tell me. If you think that'll make yourself feel better, I'll drop the Field Barrier right now, and you can explain it to them. Or you can sit and eat something, and mock my terrible selection of wine, and tell me what finally got out of hand."