[He nodded to himself, apparently satisfied. And utterly unflapped by the emotional aura crackling around his nephew.]

That's what I thought. [He poked Donald in the chest with the end of his cane, then used it to slightly lift up one corner of the top layer.] That explains the ridiculous getup which, now that I think abou' it, bears some passin' resemblance to Sora's.

[Leaning on his cane again, he rested his free hand behind his back.]

It explains everything. You're from a different world than I am.