Bakura gave a nod. That was it, then. "There's a cafe, not far from here, it's normally pretty quiet unless both owners are in," he smiled. And even then, he doubted it would be a noise that Blue would mind that much. Especially since it was the bickering of a old married couple, which was often more fond than scolding and almost aways about who was doing the pastry different this time, from what he could understand of the mix of Italian and French they always argued in. It was oddly relaxing in a lot of ways.

"And they make really good pastries too," he added.

A cream puff sounded like a good idea too. Aaaa, he was going to make himself fat one of these days!