Seeing her look, Neji subtly tipped his head in the direction of the small group of Iwagakure shinobi settled at a booth on the far side of the restaurant.

"Probably," he agreed mildly, accepting a menu. "Though I'll hope the event isn't nearly so popular." That would mean an influx of foreign shinobi about a week ahead of schedule.

"At any rate, feel free to order type of meat you'd like." And he'd pay for even the more expensive cuts. He just hoped she couldn't rival an Akimichi's appetite.