Kakashi moved into the establishment, letting his arm drop. He was courteous enough to offer Tenzou entrance before him, but he wasn't stupid enough to insist. Tenzou's politeness was unrivaled, and in the face of his self-titled senpai, Kakashi couldn't imagine that argument ending too quickly.

He led Tenzou upstairs, obviously well informed on the best places to sit from all the times he'd visited in the past. He picked out a green furnished booth close by a large window that showed the surrounding streets basked in perfect afternoon sun, and slid into one side with ease.

From here there was a faint breeze, and the smell of sizzling meat and charcoal wafted across the restaurant floor from the small cooking grills built into each table. He lifted his chin to better snuffle the air, once lazy expression now alert and interested.

"Something smells good, eh Tenzou?"