Shisui drank entirely too much tea, and ate entirely too much dango. When he retired, he'd end up one of those large shinobi that no one believed used to be hot stuff in some old war. He'd be a giant dango.

But she kept that opinion to herself, because it wasn't like he'd stop eating and drinking what he wanted to, and, well...at the moment he was praising her. If she'd even wanted to she wouldn't while being praised. She was too busy being pleased and radiating similar happiness.

His offer caught her attention away from all that though, and she blinked, small smile fading into a faint thoughtful expression. She'd have to think of something more pleasant than her recent illusions had been, just in case it did work. Tormenting the sensei was a no.

Also...his expression. It did imply he'd come here on purpose looking for her or waiting for her...and that bothered her. Her path should have been stealthy, not predictable.

"...Alright, yeah! I'd like to."