"Don't mention it..." And with that, the kunoichi set the container back onto the side table.

Tenten knew that look well. And even if she didn't, the kunoichi could certainly surmise a guess, especially with the not-so-subtle reach to the neck. Anyone who had ever been subjected to a cold on the throat knew the mix of torture and relief of eating something warm. And that was not taking into account just how much it screwed with a person's appetite.

"...I'm told that heat is supposed to be soothing on a sore throat. And the dumplings are soft, so they should go down easily enough with the thick broth helping it."