[Hinata just smirks at those wiggling fingers, lifting his own and play-catching at the air in front of them.] At least I'm useful as a punching bag, huh? [But his tone is all play and ease as he looks back at the ingredients he's laid out, thoughtful.]

I was thinking about a Western breakfast... Eggs, toast... Have any requests, Nagito?

[He folds his sleeves up around his elbows.]