Yugi stares at the plate in his hand for several moments after the door has closed. It doesn't look suspicious, or rather, it wouldn't if he didn't know where it came from. The cookies themselves are a bit odd, perhaps--he didn't know they even made cookie cutters shaped like knives, for one thing--but they don't scream "creation of pure evil," either.
It's a bit sad, Yugi thinks, how good he's gotten at discerning that sort of thing over the past few years.
"Ryou?" he calls after a moment's thought.
"Yes?" Ryou says from upstairs. "Who was at the door?"
"Malik and your yami," Yugi answers, glad again that Yami is out shopping on the other side of town. "Do you have any idea why they'd bring us cookies?"
"No," Ryou says after a pause that's just a little too long for comfort. "I mean, they did promise not to try and kill us anymore." He appears at the foot of the stairs, hair still damp from his shower, and Yugi takes a moment to appreciate exactly how hot his boyfriend is. "Maybe they're trying to be nice?"
He looks so hopeful that Yugi can't bring himself to disagree. "Maybe," he says. Very privately, he thinks it's more likely some kind of psychological warfare, and picks up a cookie to take a bite. "They do taste good, though."