Compared to Yura's first attempt at cooking, this was heavenly. Just the way he liked it, even if it was missing a certain something that his mother used to add. You wouldn't know it from Sasuke's otherwise emotionless face as he ate, but he was loving every bite of it. Not quite to the extent Naruto must have been, he was eating as though it was his first meal in ages. Hell, for all they knew it could be, who even took care of him? The way he ate really spoke volumes about what he was like, and the differences between him and Sasuke. They were like night and day in how they acted, even during a meal, yet Yura didn't appear bothered by it at all.

Sasuke, on the other hand, was struggling not to snap at Naruto. He'd always been taught to use manners at the table, and while slurping could be seen as a compliment the blond was taking it a bit far. How was he even able to taste the food, shoving it down so quickly? Calmly picking away at his o-musibi, his eyes shifted up to his brow to glance at Yura when she spoke to him. Was there anything else? He'd not considered much, nor could he think of anything at this very moment. It was somewhat difficult to think when there was a starving animal scarfing down ever morsel of food right beside you. Setting down his chopsticks he let out a sigh, his eyes averting themselves to his food as he shrugged his shoulders. 

"I don't know... I guess train? There's not a whole lot else I can think of." They would be starting combat training soon enough, meaning sparring with his classmates and trying to earn high marks for it. Already Sasuke was fair confident he'd do perfectly fine, yet it couldn't hurt to have a little extra practice; having a seasoned shinobi like Yura instruct him certainly wasn't going to do any harm. There was one slight problem though, namely the blond at his left. Should they send him home after the meal? He considered it, yet the dobe had seemed so happy to be invited over. Wouldn't it be cruel then to kick him out so soon?

They should involve Naruto, though he wasn't so sure the blond could even keep up. He got in fights a lot, didn't he? Yet whenever Sasuke saw him he was bruised and sore, that wasn't exactly supportive of his ability to fight. While the Uchiha knew he had a ways to go and was far from a proper shinobi, at least he could walk away unharmed from a simple school yard fight. "You can join us, if you want to..." he added, taking another bite of his meal before shrugging his shoulders casually, "Or don't, you can just sit there and watch too. You might not be able to keep up with us." Nothing negative was meant by that, it was just his honest opinion of Naruto. No doubt though he was going to get all agitated over it.