Ginta skipped a step ahead, turned around and looked up at Asuma. Did he mean it? Actually... Yeah. He did. This was Asuma, who, whatever he'd been through, was still a pretty together guy. Not a neurotic like Kakashi. Who he was going to stop thinking about right now.

"We can call it square," he agreed, falling in step next to Asuma again. "Or round or triangular or... No, not triangular, that always causes problems." Ginta's smile was a little wry, but genuine.

"So... You want to start teaching me those words now, or shall we wait till we get to the restaurant?"

Asuma's answering grin was full of mischief.

"Good choice! So... You were in the southern countries, right? What's the nastiest thing you can say in Sea Country dialect?"