Sure. [Minato's own expression remains unchanged, but from the way he turns to get their ice-cream and his slightly stiff manner Yu might be able to tell that he does remember the uglier parts of what had happened on that day. He's neither fast nor slow with his order, saying what he wants at once and only fishing out his card for payment when the bill is rung up.
He ambles back to their table in due time, gazing at the mask on the table before setting Yu's ice-cream in front of him.] Here you go...one pistachio ice-cream, single scoop. [This is followed by him settling onto his own seat facing Yu, and placing his bag beside him.] Still thinking about that mask?
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He ambles back to their table in due time, gazing at the mask on the table before setting Yu's ice-cream in front of him.] Here you go...one pistachio ice-cream, single scoop. [This is followed by him settling onto his own seat facing Yu, and placing his bag beside him.] Still thinking about that mask?