[ Atem watches Yugi taking hold of Umbra's paw, and he reaches out to give Lunafreya's faithful companion a pat on the head. He looks down to glance at the box that Umbra nudges forward once again. What could be in it? ]

Your grandfather does seem to know quite more than he lets people believe.

[ He's always had a notion that Solomon is quite perceptive and wise, but for reasons of his own, he keeps that under wraps for the most part. ] I suppose it's possible that he does know, and that he let Umbra in.

[ He can agree with Yugi's unspoken thoughts. So many people around them seem to know so much more than they do, and it seems as though their understanding of the mysteries and magic swirling around them all trumps both of theirs. It bothers him on some level, but what can he really do about it? He's doing his best to keep an open mind, to learn what he can, but it just seems that more questions arise at every turn.

But dwelling on that won't do him any good now, so he makes himself focus back on Umbra and the box he came all this way to deliver. He watches as Yugi opens it, pulling out the note and then shifting the tissue paper to reveal a pastry.

In spite of himself and his worries that seem to be his constant companions these days, Atem manages a small smile. ]

Oh, I see. She said that she wanted to make those for us, and now she has.

[ Of course, he would rather have her there too, but he supposes it's not up to him. ]

Thank you for bringing them, Umbra. [ He returns his hand to the dog's head, giving him a few scratches behind the ears this time by way of thanks. ]