"There's never a time you aren't stuffing your face," He responds coolly, but the jibe has done it's work, judging by the way Naruto seems to gain an interest in his own chopsticks. Sasuke can only wonder how long he's been sitting there, with a only a whisper of steam rising from his bowl.

Whether he was about to fuss with something else on the table, look at a menu or something similar, their server returns with a warmed flask of sake and two small cups. Sasuke doesn't thank them, leaving the task to Naruto should he wish it, and instead pulls both ceramics towards himself- tipping the vessel to fill them both graciously.

Pointedly, he pushes the first one he fills toward Naruto, staring him down as though challenging him to turn the drink down.