She stops eating for a moment to-- quite exaggeratedly-- bat her eyelashes at him in response to the impromptu exam. And then immediately returns to the task as soon as he's finished, slurping up the rest of the broth before settling back herself with a rather pleased expression plastered to her face.

(Ayane's listening intently enough to her cousin's snippets of wisdom, even if it doesn't exactly look like it. ...Or sound like it.)

"So where does that put you, little Sasuke? At the rate I hear you're jumping through ranks, I bet you'll be a puddle of wax before the year's out."

She tips her head to the side and flashes a quiet smile, sideways and yet genuine. "But you know, I'd rather end up as a puddle of wax than a musty candle that's been forgotten in the basement."

(Burn twice as bright, and all that poetic garbage.) Anyhow, she points at the nearest menu. "You want anything? I'm cashing in soon, so..."

She breaks off with a shrug, indicating it's her treat.