For a moment—a very brief moment, a blink-and-miss-it instant—the years melt away and a bright, sparkling sort of smile peeks out from behind that high collar. It's gone just as quick, naturally, her normal mask of solemnity slamming back into place, but there's a sort of—a sort of aura of accomplishment that settles over her small frame. If she were a different type of girl, or maybe still the same type she had been as a small child, she might have bounced on her toes eagerly.

But she wasn't, not anymore, so all she did was incline her head and say, "Yes, sir. There is a teahouse my uncle recommended to me from a previous business trip. It's only a few streets away."

She didn't want anything, not really. Shisui was a good teacher, when he had the time to be, and when he didn't, sometimes Itachi stepped in, or Sephiroth had some words of wisdom to share. To be honest, at her core, she just... liked spending time around Uchihas. Especially the man who had fostered her idolization of them in the first place.