[The food situation is only one of many things weighing on Minato's mind (And his rumbling stomach besides), but while his lips are pursed and his demeanor a little cold, that question is still answered with a nod.]
I'm fine. ...Your grip's pretty hard, you know. [So he interjects, by way of injecting a little dry humor into something that's anything but.]
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I'm fine. ...Your grip's pretty hard, you know. [So he interjects, by way of injecting a little dry humor into something that's anything but.]