[ Grabbing for the piece of mail that's given to him, he takes notice to how slob covered the envelope is. Naturally, since Yamato is a sword who's oblivious to most, he wipes the envelope onto Yamanbagiri's cloak, trying to wipe away the slob with a smile on his face. ]

For me? Ah, you shouldn't have had to do that. How kind of you, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro.

[ Looking at it for a few minutes, he then places the wet article back into Yamanbagiri's hands. ] This is for you then. From you to me, from me to you. How nice.