Momiji laughed. "I didn't say you were a girl, I said you looked like a wife." And yes, he did think there was a difference.

Momiji would consider those guests very lucky to get such a snack. He usually shoved leftovers at whomever showed up at his door. With his cooking skills, that might just make his company terribly sick. "Boss is a great baker, too." He mused.

Momiji, though not the cat person of his family, was happy to oblige the little creature. Crouching down and stroking her fur, he glanced up to Bakura. "Who's this?"