It is fluff. Slightly mindsquicky bakubaku fluff, but fluff nonetheless.
I see the Spirit of the Ring as a sciences person, and Bakura as a literary person. Because magic and/or alchemy is the root of all science, and thus Bakura is literary. Did that make sense? I thought not, but a detailed explanation is a fic in itself.
Oh, and this was written in 10 minutes, which accounts for both the shortness and the linearity of the ideas.
Cooking
By Tyger.
Cooking, he thought, was a science. So why the hell couldn't he do it!
He was good at the sciences, to an extent. Physics and Chemistry and Alchemy all worked and were good. Biology was a bit harder, as there were no absolute rules. Psychology was, in some respects, near impossible to him, but he understood enough of it for his purposes.
So why the hell couldn't he cook?
After all, cooking was just like a science experiment - put the right ingredients in in the right order, and it should work, right? No matter how many times he tried, though, it didn't. It was, really, quite aggravating. Especially when his significant other could do it so effortlessly that it would seem to be child's play.
His significant other did not have a scientific bone in his pretty little body. Not a one. He couldn't understand even simple atomic equations, for the gods' sake!
So why the hell could he cook?
It was infuriating. Particularly when his significant other was watching his pitiful attempts at cooking and spouting Shakespeare at him in between making scathing comments. Damnit, weren't significant others supposed to be nice to you?
After yet another failed attempt at cooking toast - the fifth one that week - he sighed to himself in despair.
Oh, well. It wasn't as if he needed to eat anyway. After all, he was nothing more than a dead, intangible spirit. Even if it would have been nice to wake up his pretty significant other with breakfast in bed, instead of the other way round, for once.