[Discomfort doesn't exist in the silences for Sasuke, who eats quietly, companionably, brought naturally to the same type of reticence in most moments. Without the distractions of black eyes and bruises, this is — a mellowed interaction, an exchange in equal message meant to connect them as much as sluice off the expectation of a debt.

Not that Sasuke's considered it as such, but he understands that need as if it belongs to him.

Mo Guanshan. He rolls it in his mind, committed to memory.]

Cooking is a considerable one. You'll save resources and be better able to control what is in your food if you aren't purchasing it from the establishments here. [A brutal truth.] What are your other skills?

[An innocent question as he sets down his utensil and leans on the elbow of his right arm, looking over at the other boy. Curiosity touches the soft features of a face where dark hair doesn't hang to conceal it.]