He peered out through his other's eyes. It did not look particularly threatening, but then again, neither did the owner of his item. 'Twas never a good idea to think things safe merely because they were cute. Oftentimes you ended up a dead thief.

"What's the white stuff?" He asked bluntly, turning his landlord's eyes to the object of his attentions.

Ryou blinked at the mental poke he abruptly received from the spirit, and glanced out the window. The weatherman had predicted some light snow, but it was a surprise that he was actually right for once. It was a bit absurd with the weatherman's accuracy, if you asked him.

"I'm not asking about what you think of the weatherman," came Bakura's amused reply, "I'm asking what the bloody hell the snow is."

His host gave an absent-minded nod and pursed his lips in thought. After a few moments, he shrugged. "Simply put, it's so cold the rain froze. It comes down in flakes instead of droplets."

This explanation left him puzzled. Sure, he knew that the highest mountains regularly were topped with the white stuff, but he and everyone else had assumed that it was either sand or clouds. It was never really any cause for serious thought.

But another, more alarming, thought came to him. If snow only occurred when it was cold, and it was typically cold on the mountains, then did that mean that going further towards the ocean would land him in the familiar territory of a desert? Why in Ra's name were they on top of a mountain if there was a desert to get to?

"Why aren't you living closer to the ocean?" He demanded hotly, hiding his confusion under mask of implacability.

His host blinked at the ostensibly random question. Shrugging aside the oddity of the query – Bakura does as Bakura wills – he answered slowly, "Because I live in Japan and winter would be cold even if we lived near the beach."

He didn't give a damn if it would still be freezing, if there was a sensible place to live he was not going to stay here!

"It'll be warmer near the ocean, landlord," he sniffed, "Living in a cold place is absolutely useless."

Ryou gamely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Then it would be cold and wet," he commented, "And in the summertime it would be miserable from the humidity."

Bakura pondered this new information.

"Why wouldn't it be warmer? And what about the summer?" he demanded, "What's a little humidity to do with it?"

By this time Ryou caught on, and sighed in exasperation.

"This wouldn't be like Egypt, Bakura," he stated, "It's a wet heat."

"Did you just make an innuendo?"

Another sigh. "No. I didn't. Hush.

"What I'm saying is, in Egypt you would roast –"

"No, shit."

"In Japan, you would boil."

A pause. "Oh."

"Why is it so bloody wet over here?"

"Did you just make an innuendo?"

"Landlord."

"Yes?" A little too innocently.

"Shut up."

Ryou laughed. "Yes, Bakura."