It was a new day in Sunnydale, California. As she sat on one side of the table and Yami Yugi sat on the other side in the Magic Box, former vengeance demon Anya Jenkins looked thoughtful as she wondered how to best ask Yami Yugi about his age. Finally she decided to just come right out and say it. They did say that honesty was the best policy — and Anya couldn't agree more after hearing it more than once (which was on purpose though, since Anya wanted to memorize it).

"So, Yami, get this," she said, looking as serious as she possibly could, while Yami looked into her eyes, a hopeful expression on his face. "You see, even though I look like a normal young woman, I'm actually—"

"Eleven hundred and twenty years old?" Yami finished. Anya's eyes widened. "Yeah, I know," he added after a moment.

Anya couldn't help but stare at Yami's handsome visage. If she was eleven hundred and twenty years old but looked to be younger than that, then how old was Yami, anyway?

Yami seemed to read her mind, however, because he then spoke up, while thankfully breaking the silence (at least for Anya's sake).

"Since you were so honest with me about your real age, Anya," he said, "I think I will return the favor. You see, Anya, even though I look like I'm sixteen or seventeen years of age, I'm actually five thousand years old."

He had to fight to keep from smirking at the now shocked look on Anya's face.

"Wow, Yami," she finally remarked. "you're five thousand years old?" When he nodded, she then said, "I got to say, that's... quite something there."

She paused while doing some mental calculations in her head, and then said, "So if you're five thousand years old, and I'm eleven hundred and twenty, then that means that you're three thousand, eight hundred and eighty years older than me." She paused for the second time that day, and then remarked, "That's a big difference between our ages there."

Yami nodded. Apparently he was pretty good with numbers and could work things out in his head whenever he got the chance, which Anya liked about him. Unlike herself, as she claimed to have been flunking Math once when she was a student at Sunnydale High School (which was now a pile of rubble, since it'd been destroyed in the 1999 Graduation Day battle against the Mayor), Yami was apparently pretty darn smart for his age and could figure all sorts of things out. Plus, as he was Egyptian, he was able to decipher clues and solutions to riddles, as well as their meanings, too. That was the second thing Anya liked about him as well.

She smiled at the memory of seeing how Yami had worked out all those addition problems, which was his way of studying for a test. He was so good at it, too. Maybe he had some kind of genius intellect in him that nobody else had (except for Warren Mears).

Whatever it was, as Anya sat and watched how Yami moved the pencil and worked out the numbers so well (while sometimes erasing some of the answers and then replacing them), she had to admit, there was only one word that described Yami.

A genius.