"If we have become such good friends as to have a tradition, perhaps you could begin calling me 'Iori'?" Itachi suggested with a slightly dampened smile. It was obvious Ashiko was tired. It was in her posture and her words, but Itachi sat down anyway, frowning.

"Are you feeling well? Would you like something to eat? I think it's probably my turn to treat you," Itachi allowed himself to look a little flustered as he dug around for his wallet.