[A treat? Cake? He forces himself not to be too hopeful. It doesn't smell like cake. It smells like...something else.]

It was not necessary, but I appreciate it.

[He's in no position to refuse he pulls out a chair for his brother to sit and takes a seat at the opposite side of the table. Hanzo places a set of chopsticks down for each of them and watches as the food is set out, quickly deciding that it's not all too far out there that it's not appetizing.]

Soda? Do you know how much sugar is in these things? [Hanzo frowns and pulls one toward him anyway like he wasn't just thinking about cake. Maybe he's a little salty that they're not alcoholic beverages.]

If it is good enough to impress you, I am sure it will taste fine.