"Thanks," Kaiba nods. Petitmon flutters off on her unsteady wings to investigate the blankets, coming back with one clutched between her teeth. The human sighs.

"I think 'you chewed it, you bought it' is in effect here," he grumbles. "So I'll be buying this. And rice sounds like a filling meal right now."

Petitmon drops the blanket over her human's arms and plops onto it, all smiles. "Ooh, do you know how to cook? I don't think Seto-kun does."

The scowl on his face is an answer in itself.