She would have been happy to be used as an excuse, even if she didn't realise that was what was happening. As it was, she almost bounded away from the path towards the tiny restaurant once he'd confirmed it, eager to see what was on offer. She hadn't expected anything of the visit, beyond a fairly nebulous idea of training or instruction by someone like her, but both the visit and the instructor were already shaping up to be infinitely more entertaining than she'd imagined.

She peered at the row of low tables, trying to work out if she recognised any of the dishes. When she didn't, she turned back to Kisame.

"Might I ask which kind you like best?" Without any preferences of her own yet, she was happy to be guided by his.