Hiro laughed lightly, going along with Ginta's cover-up for the moment. "I can find it for you, if you want," he offered, leaning over in a teasing gesture of generosity. White eyes flashed with obvious amusement. Before Ginta could respond, though, he stepped back and activated his Byakugan with a twitch of carefully controlled chakra and a second twitch of hair to cover his eyes, calmly scanning the bustling side-street--all business again.

He wondered what Ginta was playing at, though. Did he genuinely not remember where the restaurant was? That seemed possible--often very smart people had these sorts of quirks--but he left his options open.

It was late afternoon, well past the lunch rush, but the hole-in-the-wall taiyaki shop was still doing a brisk business. Hiro forced his focus past the delicious-looking desserts, though, passing his gaze briefly through each of the other stores lining the walk. A tailor showing off slightly shabby wares, a traditional herbal apothecary full of aged grandmothers and children running errands, the aforementioned hairdresser with a messily handwritten sign in the window proclaiming "NO NINJA ALLOWED".... It took him only a moment, continuing to search down the alley, before he spotted the restaurant. Or at least, what he thought was the restaurant.

"It isn't okonomiyaki or yakisoba," Hiro announced in what he thought was a magnanimously tolerant tone, considering. "It's curry." Probably spicy curry, considering what he knew of Ginta's tastes so far.

Maybe they'd make him something with less than Uchiha-grade firepower, if he asked very politely. He could only hope.