Yugi looked in dismay at the tear. "Oh, man. Grandpa's going to /kill/ me!" At her comment, he looked up. "N-no, it's okay, Anzu. You don't have to worry about it. I can . . . um . . . probably . . . "

He had no idea how to sew, but he figured, how hard could it be?

Of course . . . he had to GET home without flashing anything at Anzu first.

Yami thought that doing so might not be such a bad idea, really . . . but wisely, he kept that opinion to himself. Aibou was flustered enough as it was.