[ Kakashi takes a sip of the tea he's drinking and then glances over, something of a bemused smile playing on his lips. Barnaby never needs to thank him for anything. Least of all, not for a meal. But it's sweet that he does, and Kakashi reaches over, a hand trailing along to curl around the nape of his lover's neck, over soft blond hair. ]

You're welcome.

[ It comes out softly, and then Kakashi leans forward with the intent of stealing a soft, gentle kiss. ]