"Hey!  'Classless,' really?  Please, it's a family tradition to celebrate major events with Ichiraku's!" Hima announced defiantly... before clapping her hand on Ume's shoulder, and gripping it firmly. "And quit teasing the boy already; one'd think you had a thing for him!"<br/><br/>If looks could kill, Tara would have left Ume as dead as the feeling in Hiro's hand...<br/><br/>"And I'll make sure your good Iku, don't worry," even though it was obvious that she could not see it, Hima shot her a smile, then squeezed her hand when she realized what she was doing. "It's also a good idea in case you get blinded; I can only imagine what it'd be like to not turn off the Byakugan... hm..."<br/><br/>Getting to Ichiraku was simply a matter of time, and where once was a simple stall was now a full-blown restaurant run by the middle-aged daughter of the founder Ichiraku.  They didn't have to wait for a seat; it seemed in honor of the family that had provided them with more business than any other the Uzumaki family had their own semi-private section of honor, enough for a large family, an expanded shinobi team, or even simply somewhere for the Kage's to eat with their bodyguards during the annual Kage summit when it was held in Konohagakure.<br/><br/>Hima would sit in the middle, and Tara would force Hiro to the end, so that no girl could sit next to him.  She'd been strangely quiet, likely to focused on glaring and being overprotective of her summoner and charge...<br/><br/>"So... while we wait for food, who wants to start with the proper introductions?" Hima asked, tapping Iku's shoulder as she was currently blind. "Oh, after Kitten gets out of her armor I guess.  Should be a bathroom you could use I think..."