Itamimaru pulls down an eyelid, sticking out his tongue. " Hey, you know that there's always one way you can figure it out- I don't hide my face from family." He grins, and turns towards Raikou. " We all have our hobbies. Kisame's is women, mine is paranoia." He raises an eyebrow at the bundle. " And you alright? Fire's not going to hurt you." He passes his hand through the tip of the flame quickly, smiling as his unharmed hand comes out the other side. He flicks a few embers away, and smiles. " Well, let's see... Miya cooked last time, and my face tastes horrible charred, so I suppose I'll be taking care of it." He stands up, grinning as he picks up a Kunai. " I'll be back with something fluffy yet tasty in a few minutes."