Sasuke assumed that that nod was gratitude: he'd noticed late that Kakashi was uncomfortable with Hoori's presence. Perhaps the man was particularly finicky about clean counters? He'd had to train the birds to avoid them at home already, though Mikoto's most even stare had helped them learn their lesson there. Head too stuffy to think too deeply about it, Sasuke simply gave the bird's clan a pat to signal stay, turning his attention to whatever it was Kakashi was making.

A honey sandwich, apparently, which sounded about as healthy as what he and Neji had consumed last night. The thought of chasing terrible with more terrible was one that made him wrinkle his nose slightly, too hungover to hide the reaction, but it did at least seem to make medical sense.

"I think I already have the horrible heady feeling," he said, tone dry, but added: "Thank you. This wasn't something I could really ask for help with at home."

Though the sandwich was certainly presented with as much neatness as he might have expected from home more than a man living alone. Sasuke took the plate with a quick, grateful half-smile, then picked up one of the perfectly-shaped halves and took a bite, managing to keep the grimace off his face at the cloying sweetness of the honey.