"I can't even imagine what I'm going to be doing when I'm twenty, much less what living for centuries would be like," Pepper remarks.

She frowns at the mention of China's family history. There had been something sharp about the woman, like Pepper was looking at a dagger. A dagger that tried distracting you with something very shiny while it stabbed you in the neck.

"We had a... chat. She tried to get me to talk about Bakura." Pepper suppresses a shudder. "I'd give her a piece of my mind if I didn't feel like worshiping the ground she walks on whenever I'm within snaring distance. It's very annoying."