"Oh, come on Konoha." Kuroha urges, frowning slightly. "I took the time to cook for you, the least you can do is try it.” He pushes the loaded plate on the table closer to his counterpart, silently encouraging him.
Konoha blinks slowly, staring down at the food in front of him. It looks good and smells fantastic, he can’t deny that. A generously-sized steak sits as the centrepiece of the meal, gravy poured over top it. There’s a side of rice to go along with it, little bits of meat (chicken, maybe?) and herbs mixed throughout. He reluctantly reaches for the fork lying on the plate, glancing up at Kuroha once more. “…It’s not like you to cook for me though. It’s… strange.”
Kuroha shrugs in response. “…I can be nice when I want to be, you know.” Konoha doesn’t respond to that remark, slowly cutting off a sizeable chunk of the steak and even more slowly bringing it up to his mouth. He finally pops the meat into his mouth, blinking slowly as he takes the flavour in. It tastes… incredible, exotic, even. He isn’t sure what flavouring Kuroha used on this, but it makes the meal taste phenomenal.
"…It’s really good." he mumbles, already moving to cut off a second piece. Kuroha grins in response (and something about that grin is unsettling, dangerous), watching quietly as Konoha begins to wolf down his meal. He makes a brief comment about the rice (because it tastes just as good, just as amazing), not stopping until he’s cleaned his entire plate. "…Thanks, Kuro." he mumbles, offering the other one of his usual smiles. "Sorry I doubted you."
"Don’t worry about it." Kuroha answers, picking up the plate.
Konoha blinks, seeming to have just remembered something. “Oh… Didn’t you say we’d be having Shintaro over for dinner tonight?”
"…No." Kuroha answers, that unsettling grin back on his face once more. "You misheard me. I said we’d be having Shintaro for dinner.” He laughs at the look on Konoha’s face, grin growing impossibly wide. “Oh, don’t worry. There’s still enough left for dessert.”