"If you know that Mom can fuss, then you don't need to add to it," he informed Obito, grumpiness still in full force. "I'm not a kid; I know how to handle myself."

Muzzily, he'd thought for the first time about moving out like Itachi seemed to be doing when he'd had to face Mikoto's best I'm Not Angry, Just Disappointed expression for a fifth time, but the thought had faded speedily with the arrival of her winter soup.