A.N: If you guess what Yami's looking at before the end, you get a brownie!
Yami poked it. Strange. It quivered quietly and then slowly settled down to stillness again.
Poke. Shiver. Still.
Poke. Shiver. Still.
Poke. Shiver—
"Yami, if you touch it anymore, you'll be eating the whole thing."
Yami stopped his ministrations on the orange stuff and just looked at it. It was strangely clear. If it had no color, it would have been rather like jiggly glass. The oranges distributed through it were perfectly preserved, reminiscent of the fossil-holding amber that was part of the museum's latest exhibit.
He resisted the urge to poke it again.
"Partner?"
"Hmm?"
"What was this called again?"
Yugi chuckled. "Jello, Yami. It's called jello."