"You're a guest here, Neji." He didn't look back, hearing Neji behind him.
The kitchen was done in cherry oak and faux black marble. It was tidy but certainly lived in. Everything suggested that Itachi didn't cook here much but kept it well stocked-various iron wine holders adorned counters, low slung cabinet lights made the counters glitter... It was all very Itachi.
Except for one cookie jar-shaped like a happy and cartoony cow-set by the microwave.
Itachi busied himself with pulling plates from this cupboard, cups from another, cutlery from yet somewhere else. He set them on the island, in the middle of the kitchen, next to the array of food under the heat lamps.
Once everything was in its place, he leaned against the counter and looked Neji. "Hope you're hungry."