"Noodles?" The surprise in his tone might be obvious, but he's too busy looking up at what Sasuke's doing to question any further.

"Okay--" The menu has a bunch of different kinds on it, but he likes to think he knows Sasuke well enough to make a well informed decision on the kind he'd like to eat.

By the time Sasuke comes back... he'll have two glasses of water on the table, and two bowls of noodles coming right up. He's not nursing his own face any more, just pulling strange faces in an attempt to stop it feeling so weird.