[ Zuko's satisfied just to see Gokudera eat the piece he'd snuck on his plate. But it's becoming like a game when the bomber stands and seems to be offering to feed it to Zuko directly, the way he reaches across the hot pot with it. Zuko can hold his hand and his waist and hug and kiss him and all that crap in public, but not this — Zuko wouldn't even let himself be fed in private, frankly...! He's a curmudgeon! But just the fact that Gokudera even tries for it is kind of hilarious to him, and even Zuko can't keep his smile from cracking wider in outraged amusement, even letting out a little stifled snort of a laugh. Meeting his eye with a sharp, fond stare and a sly, toothy grin, Zuko snatches the meat from Gokudera's chopsticks midair with his own chopsticks, staying seated almost pointedly. He merely holds it between his chopsticks above his plate, stalling to eat because he's too focused on Gokudera's face, stuck on smiling at him, before he gives him a very slight, very sarcastic shake of his head, and eats the thing himself while maintaining eye contact, as if to make a point. Nope. Not gonna happen. He's not gonna be fed like a baby ostrich-horse at some party. Or anywhere else, for that matter. But he's clearly more amused than he's almost ever been that Gokudera even entertained the idea — because it's such a staunch "Nope," nope. Curmudgeon or not, Zuko's obviously still having fun... that's the real point, here. ]
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