"Omelette," Bakura re-pronounced for her. "Made of eggs, and you can put all sorts of things in them, depending on what you like."

Yorda's childish nature wasn't something that often seemed to arrive in Keeliai. She didn't seem like she should be that young -- indeed, she seems in her mid-teens -- but at the same time, her mannerisms struck him as more inexperienced than stunted.

"Where are you staying?"