[A curt nod of his head answers that. Sasuke gently takes the basket from the other man and carries it to the front — fully intent on paying. If Sizhui tries to stop him, then he'll be pinned with a narrow look, hopefully enough to quiet the impulse of generosity.

They have not spent much time so far in each other's company, but whatever suspicion might have clawed its way to the surface has been soothed. Sizhui's demeanor is too... soft, truly, unless he's being played for a fool. There's still time to tell.]

If you have the time, [he'll say once they've stepped outside the door,] I'm willing to use your kitchen now. Otherwise, I'd ask that you hold onto the ingredients until then.