Itachi took the menu. Actually, after the month he'd been having, philosophical discussions probably wouldn't help his state of mind, but he couldn't refuse. Maybe it would help him clear his head.

"I will have to start by insisting you're the guest, and that I owe you a meal." Itachi did, and while he doubted Abel could or would demand anything for that meal, he'd feel better when that small debt was paid. "And then I must ask you how you're liking your stay in Konoha, and make a comment on the weather, which is probably much to dry for you."