"I can make things that are edible. That does not make them taste like it." It was a low murmur. "She hasn't actually had the dubious joy of my cooking. Nor have you since I stopped charring everything to pans."

He leaned forward in his chair, peering up at Obito and while he noted her look, he wasn't entirely certain what she expected him to do. "Have you actually ever learned to braid Obito-nii?"