๏ผ that gets a faint, amused hm of sound out of him as he takes the lid off the tray. the pan pudding does smell delicious, certainly, even if he studies it like he isn't quite certain how to go about eating it. eventually, it's portioned out onto a small plate and deftly approached with a spoon, though he pauses prior to digging in. looks up at mccoy, expression unreadable. then: ๏ผ
Thank you. For bringing breakfast. It's very kind of you.
Only if you believe your family would be comfortable sharing it with an outsider.
๏ผ food is an important cultural touchstone, and he knows more than a few families who guard their secrets dearly. approaching the akimichi clan about one of their soldier pill recipes, for instance, has occasionally throughout history been the start of intergenerational skirmishes. ๏ผ
( He did tell Itachi that his grandmother would have liked him, and that wasn't a lie. She was a kind, forgiving woman even as she didn't hold with nonsense, and she'd have looked on this serious young man, sins and all, and sat him down at her table regardless.
Leonard just keeps his smile. )
I think they'll be all right with it.
( Okay now he's gonna let his gaze drift off bc no one needs him smiling stupidly at them while they have breakfast. )
๏ผ that stupid smile is contagious, though for itachi it's more just a general softening of his expression. he does not argue further — mccoy is perhaps one of the most stubborn people he has had the privilege of knowing, and he's learned to pick his battles with the man. if he says his family would like him, who he is he to argue? it is not as if it would ever truly come to pass.
but it's warming, just the same.
he drops his gaze to the food, and eats in silence until they are both finished. once done, he summons a clone to return the dishes to the kitchen, and with a considering glance at his companion... ๏ผ
( the clone gets a polite little 'thank you', as automatic as it is sincere, which he lets himself feel a bit silly for. )
I'm afraid I don't. ( it's not familiar to him, sure the game that comes to mind for him, back in the Enterprise's rec room, is Go. his teacup empty, he sets it gently on its saucer, and thumbs at his chin. )
๏ผ the clone inclines its head as politely as itachi would — and then vanishes with a use of shunshin. itachi, meanwhile, begins the process of wiping down his teacups for storage. ๏ผ
Of course. It is not an inherently difficult game to grasp, but quite hard to master.
๏ผ he takes out a well-worn board. shikamaru nara's, though he doubts that mccoy ever met the man. itachi barely got to know him beyond their tentative, wary exchange of information before he lost the resolve of his regret. he sets it on the table between them, and then gives mccoy a basic run-down of the pieces, the rules and basic strategy. it has many of the same principles as chess, though the nature of the pieces and their promotions are somewhat more intensive.
upon completion of his explanation: ๏ผ
Would it serve you better to play a game yourself, or to watch me play one against a clone?
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Absolutely.
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Thank you. For bringing breakfast. It's very kind of you.
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( he smiles over his tea, and sips at it slowly, enjoying the chance to relax after such a busy, fruitful morning. )
If you like it, I'll teach you how to make it. Trade you for a dango recipe.
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๏ผ food is an important cultural touchstone, and he knows more than a few families who guard their secrets dearly. approaching the akimichi clan about one of their soldier pill recipes, for instance, has occasionally throughout history been the start of intergenerational skirmishes. ๏ผ
Dango is much simpler, besides.
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Leonard just keeps his smile. )
I think they'll be all right with it.
( Okay now he's gonna let his gaze drift off bc no one needs him smiling stupidly at them while they have breakfast. )
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but it's warming, just the same.
he drops his gaze to the food, and eats in silence until they are both finished. once done, he summons a clone to return the dishes to the kitchen, and with a considering glance at his companion... ๏ผ
Do you know how to play shogi, Doctor?
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I'm afraid I don't. ( it's not familiar to him, sure the game that comes to mind for him, back in the Enterprise's rec room, is Go. his teacup empty, he sets it gently on its saucer, and thumbs at his chin. )
Though I'm a quick study. Will you teach me?
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Of course. It is not an inherently difficult game to grasp, but quite hard to master.
๏ผ he takes out a well-worn board. shikamaru nara's, though he doubts that mccoy ever met the man. itachi barely got to know him beyond their tentative, wary exchange of information before he lost the resolve of his regret. he sets it on the table between them, and then gives mccoy a basic run-down of the pieces, the rules and basic strategy. it has many of the same principles as chess, though the nature of the pieces and their promotions are somewhat more intensive.
upon completion of his explanation: ๏ผ
Would it serve you better to play a game yourself, or to watch me play one against a clone?