Oh. ... Yeah, that makes sense. Fancy stuff. Definitely a long cry from the cribbage Nana and I used to play on the porch after the ice cream stand closed up for the night.

[he's got a particular fondness for all his memories of Nana, now ... mostly because she's the only one he can confirm was real. he tries to keep from looking a little too wistful about it, and Yugi's crack about their hair is just the trick to pull him out of his Protagonist Brood]

You know, that's a good point. Maybe if this place is the kind of school that does field trips, they should put one of us in each group. For tracking.