"Don't use complex words about him, seba-rekhet," Bakura smirked, passing off the bottle to Raine and looking with interest around the room. "He can only focus on so many things at once, the cooking must already be taxing him."

Of course, the thief's humour only increased when he got a proper look at exactly what the apron was displaying, and he broke into laughter -- real laughter, not mocking or cold -- and only managing to wheeze out after a moment, "Heru-pa-khered menat-aai, mek habesew-tin!"