[having already experienced insomnia, extra impulsive behavior, hallucinations (both auditory and visual), and fevers out of nowhere, he can definitely agree that nothing good has come from them and nothing probably ever will.

also: blame him watching too many cooking shows on the fancy wording. sorry, sasuke!]

Long strips it is, then. [and he would explain that's the meaning of the word he used, but he feels it's not as important as listening to sasuke explain what he's making. gosh, sasuke's not even cooking yet and sizhui's already looking forward to eating.] Sounds great to me! [after opening a drawer beside the sink for the cutting board, he briefly averts his attention again, smiling.]

You're welcome, and whenever you need to cook, all you have to do is send me a message.