[ He's still grinning, his eyes for a moment almost turning into happy crescents. ]

Old, mossy rocks are my favourite! They're sturdy and weathered a whole slew of storms, you know?

[ With a light laugh, he nods his head, because a little of that was teasing, yes, but he means it. People aren't less for not having traveled more. Until he was eighteen, he'd only traveled to another village for treatment, or moved once when his village was burned down. He's no Xie Lian, roaming the countryside for centuries. Though he might be, one day.

If Murasame doesn't consume him, he will be, some day. ]

Mm, then it's decided! Have you had short ribs before? I'll bring a bunch over along with the sauces so we can all try them at your place! That'd be for what... you, Konoha, and Mikuni too, right?

[ That is going to be so much meat, and he has zero regrets already. ]