"Miso soup and rice balls sounds fine?" he inquired, slowly getting out of bed. He searched for another robe to wear, this one simply ornated with large red and white threads an its sleeves and lower trim, sporting the Uchiha crest upon its back, as with all its wardrobe. He would need his previous garment fixed although it was no hurry. He felt it had been the best option to ruin it and provide her eyes cover from the sun in the trip back home, even if she spent most of it asleep... or unconscious.

"I don't have any pickled vegetables though. Sorry."