He stared at the cactus for a moment, not sure whether to address the fact that she was bringing him plant life or the remark about it reminding her of him. (He understood the implied reference. He didn't even disagree.) "I hope you don't think I plan to be in here long enough to need landscaping for the cell," he deadpanned.

But as she brought out the other objects and with her entreaty to join her, Bakura obligingly sat up from the cot and came over. "If I said no to senet, I'd have to give up my nationality or such," he said, picking up the potted cactus and giving it an evaluating check over before sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bars.

"The Arbitrator came by earlier."