Not a morning person and without a mission or training to be up for, Naruto has managed to roll himself out of bed sometime around noon and drag himself to Ichiraku's dressed in short pants, sandals, and a t-shirt.

"Miso with pork." He ordered around a yawn, propping his chin on his hand and scratching a spot on his left butt cheek with his chopstick.

He really should do laundry. Finding something that was mostly clean-the spot on his t-shirt was only three days old-was something of a challenge today.