[Ryou is nothing if not predictable, and he does take the boxes, even as his ears flick back because he knows he's being taunted. He breathes out a huff through his snout, then moves towards the living room, intending for the Ring-Spirit to follow. He takes a seat at the couch, sets the boxes on the coffin-table, and peeks inside.

...By god, this bastard's trying to kill him, isn't he? Ryou's convinced.

It doesn't stop him from helping himself to the profiteroles, because there was no way he was going to let those escape his attention. Two are gone before he actually speaks again, which...might be rude but also look what you did.]

Mmh, well. [He licks his chops, looking positively comical as he does so but uhhh, the sugary treats make him not care.] I thought it would be nice...if you had stand-in pieces, just in case. You know, for the basics, until people can have their own figures made.

[He pauses when the spirit starts talking about running his campaign soon, and although he's pretty pragmatic about his role or Atem's...there is one part he can't help but laugh at.]

Yugi would be interested in any game, you don't have to twist his arm at all, I'm certain. He gets bored, what with not sleeping, you know. As for Atem and me...I have to think about me, but...I'm sure Atem would also like it.

[Ryou pokes at one of the profiteroles, his claw crunching through the flaky crust.]

I-it's not that I don't want to. I do. I might join your game...but I also must work on my board, and write a campaign for it as well. If I could get a little more peace, it might be easier...

[Famous last words, to be honest.]