"Not gonna eat that?" Kisame inquired, gesturing to a half-covered plate. Hidan shrugged, passing it over.
Kisame eagerly dug in to the tempura, shoving away any form of greenery.
Itachi stared at him blankly from across the table, pausing just as he lifted his chopsticks.
Kisame, noticing this, halted and blinked. "What?"
Itachi reached over, knocking on his forehead.
All was silent.
Could've had a V8...