[ Itachi put the pasta in the boiling water to allow it to cook. The ninja looked rather determined in his project, though his face remained calm as he worked. Soon, the sauce was simmering and the pasta cooked. Itachi pulled out the plates, slowly dishing out the meal. He looked at it for a moment in contemplation, letting out a small cough into his fist. That felt too easy. Would it be good? ]
[ Itachi looked back to Kamui, before looking down at the sauce. From the empty sauce pan, he slicked up a bit carefully so he didn't burn himself, and tasted it. ]
[ ... It didn't taste bad, but it wasn't something he was used to. Kamui would be a better judge than him. Itachi picked up the plates and forks, walking over and setting them down. ]
...I made tea as well, if you'd like some. Its green, though. [ He didn't know how that would go with pasta. ] ...There's also water, and orange juice.
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Date: 2012-01-20 07:00 am (UTC)[ Itachi looked back to Kamui, before looking down at the sauce. From the empty sauce pan, he slicked up a bit carefully so he didn't burn himself, and tasted it. ]
[ ... It didn't taste bad, but it wasn't something he was used to. Kamui would be a better judge than him. Itachi picked up the plates and forks, walking over and setting them down. ]
...I made tea as well, if you'd like some. Its green, though. [ He didn't know how that would go with pasta. ] ...There's also water, and orange juice.