To Bakura, the difference was very small. Only girls could be wives, after all, right? And his cooking skills were very well practiced. The only time people got sick eating his food was from eating too much!

"Aaa~aaa, Momiji-kuuun! Don't call me that!" he laughed in protest. "Especially not outside of work!"

He smiled down at Pelor, who was now purring contentedly, rubbing against Momiji. "That's Pelor."