Ami made an audible, gagging noise of disgust before she could really think twice. "That's gross, Sensei." She wrinkled her nose in revulsion, picking up her pace to match his quickened strides. "And if I wanted to stare at a guy's butt, I definitely wouldn't choose yours! It's all...flat, and...boring." Not that she found any other posteriors particularly scintillating, but the point stood. "And you need to take better care of your clothes."

She pulled ahead of her teacher with a haughty little sniff straight from basic kunoichi classes and placed the take-out bag on the bench before heaving herself up.

After a moment, she remembered the thermos of tea she had in her large messenger bag, and dug it free along with her canteen, which she held up. "Do you want to use this, or the cup?"