Kakashi pressed his lips togther under the mask. Oh god, he'd forgotten; forgotten that the last time he'd met this woman he'd opened the door from Yamato's apartment and greeted her inquiries dressed in nothing but his underwear with a copy of Icha Icha infront of his face.

... Not the best impression he could have made.

Flushing dark, he made a funny high noise that sounded like a creaking door, and was about to decline her offer when he spotted the steamed buns and the steadily boiling water..... He hadn't eaten yet, he supposed sticking around at least to clear his name and assure this nice old lady he wasn't some strange pervert was the least he could do.

"Sure.." he said, taking a seat near to the main counter. "I'm.. sorry about the way we met. I'm usually much better at first impressions."