Deidara rolled his eyes as Itachi pushed the box away, between them. He was well aware that everyone had their preference but if he remembered correctly, the invitation was to get high. In general terms that usually meant pot.
He sighed and swallowed the bite of pizza in his mouth, tossed his hair over his shoulder and leaned closer, "So then what do you want, un?"
The amusement he found on Itachi's fact was starting to get annoying, after all, he kept turning him down. The food, the drinks, the pot...hell he would probably turn the question down and just keep making that face. Uchiha...
Dei licked his lips and tried not to pout (or snap, which ever came first); "You don't want anything to drink. Nothing to eat. You don't want to smoke. So what, un?"