He shared the laughter for a brief moment, a small snort of mirth sounding low from his throat -- well, if you couldn't joke about the administration of your own village, what was there left to laugh at?

"Yeah, sure."

He preferred red meat, but white was just as good in a pinch -- and Suna's 'pinch' had been months long by this point; there was fast becoming less and less room for preference. As long as he got something substantial in his stomach soon, he'd fair alright.