"Pharaoh?" Yami raised a worried eyebrow from his throne in his soul room, frowning as his hikari's frantic voice resounded around the insides of his mind.
"Yugi? What's wrong?" He flew to his feet, appearing beside the young man, looking around for the source of his distress. "Is everything alright?"
"I-We-" Yugi stammered, almost unable to articulate a full sentence in his flustered state.
Yami's eyes darted around the kitchen, spotting the phone lying off the hook nearby. "What is it? Is it Kaiba, is he challenging you to another rematch? Because I swear, if he tries anything, I'll-"
"No, it-it's nothing like that-We're just-"
"Is it Bakura? Marik?"
"No, we-"
Yami put his hands on his translucent hips. "Is the world in danger?"
"Mine is," Yugi choked out. "Joey and Tristan just called...they want ice cream and they're c-coming here...AND WE'RE ALL OUT OF ICE CREAM!"
Yami stared at him, before breaking into a smile. "Silly aibou," he laughed, ruffling Yugi's hair. "If we can stop Marik from winning Battle City, I think we can make it to the store and back before our friends arrive."
Yugi smiled up at him. "Yeah...I'm sure we can! Come on Pharaoh, to the creamery!"