[ Gods, that reaction is everything. Bakura can barely keep from busting into laughter right here. ]

It wasn't one of anybody's! Remember the magician whose funeral we attended that week you caught the fever?

[ ....the funeral where Bakura made out with one of the professional mourners, but that is neither here nor there ]

He left parting gifts for concerned guests checking up on his eternal slumber. One of them got bored of the wall when I stepped on the wrong stone.

[ She snorts. ] It wasn't even discreetly wrong......

[ yes she sprang a magical trap on purpose that is definitely the crucial part of this story ]