Genma finished his first pint, poured himself a second, and happily dug in to Raidou's soup. It was rather intense, he had to admit, and he was glad to see Raidou willing to take his hint rather than do something stupid like suggest he order another bowl. When Raidou spoke, it was with the voice of a man who has spent all day attempting to learn a particularly difficult katon no jutsu. Genma chuckled.

"You sound like I did that time I blistered my larynx trying to learn that thousand fire balls jutsu," he said, and refilled Raidou's glass. That had been a painful experience. Aoba had taught him the jutsu, Raidou had watched and offered unhelpful critique like, Take deeper breaths and, Shit, Genma, don't swallow them! In the end Genma's lips and mouth had swollen so badly he'd been forced to seek out Kanae's aid, and hadn't been able to tolerate much besides fruit smoothies and yogurt for a week.

"I tried, Rai, I tried. But sometimes you just have to let the baby touch the kunai, you know? You gonna survive, you think? The rice that comes with the next course ought to help, but we could always order something a little milder as a counterpoint. Maybe the lamb with spring onions?" That was an absolutely unpeppered dish, and one Genma knew Raidou liked. And lamb and prawns would be a good pairing. If they ended up with a few leftovers, well, that's what refrigerators were for after all, and he and Raidou both had one. His even had plenty of room for styrofoam containers.