Even though Hikari told him that he could ask her questions, that didn't mean he was going to. He wasn't the type to just randomly as people about themselves, despite the events happening now, and the parts of him that were opening up to her. A little at a time was a good enough pace for him, and he simply shrugs, replying with a faint smile to her own. He wanted to ask her questions, but now wasn't the time for that, nor was he ready to start playing interrogation, even if it was to get to know this girl who strangely enough meant a lot to her, despite the little time he'd known her. And he was sure she too wanted to do the same thing, but their personalities were similar, and no doubt she was hesitant from it being so soon, and from not being sure of what to ask.<br/><br/>Once everything was ready and in the pot, he leans lightly against the wall, mind wandering for a moment until she speaks up to him, asking if he might want to go to the festival that weekend. He noticed the faint pink on her cheeks, and the following words that if he didn't want to it was fine, knowing how he didn't like crowded places. That was an understatement, but he didn't feel like saying that out loud. "No, probably not." His answer was flat, and so was his voice. He hadn't gone to a festival since...well forever, and he hadn't planned on going again either. The last time was when he was six years old, with his mother and father, and even then it had turned out rather badly. Catching himself, noticing how cold his voice had gotten, he shrugs. "Sorry...I just don't...think it would be a good idea is all."<br/><br/>She had been there when those other Shinobi had appeared. That was what it would be like if he tried going to a festival, probably ten times worse. Knowing him, he would probably already be on another mission by then, and end up missing it anyway, even if, in the slightest chance of him wanting to go. He wondered if she actually wanted to go, and wondered if his answer was upsetting in anyway. He knew that it was a pain to be around him, he was as antisocial as one could get. He hoped that she was truly okay with him not wanting to go, and watches her face for any reaction to what he had said.<br/><br/>Before they had put the items in to the pot they had already set it so that it would begin cooking, and as they stood there, rather awkwardly in fact, the scent of their food cooking begins to fill his nose, and it smelled wonderful. It really didn't take long for the hotpot to cook, and before long it was actually ready. Quietly, he waits for her to show him where the bowls and such were, before putting some of the food into one, and picking up a pair of chopsticks. Sitting wherever he was told, he was about to take a bite of food when he heard something coming from outside the front door, a rustling, and he tenses up, his hand instinctively positioning itself over his kunai pouch, one already in his hand, his eyes trained on the door, unblinking, almost as if he was frozen, his concentration and expression deadly.