Do you want to start at the beginning?

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Iruka choked, blushing as he caught the innuendo. Grabbing his water glass he forced his dinner down with a couple harsh gulps.

After he got his breathing corrected, Iruka glared at Kakashi and flicked some white rice at the jounin's face. When the damn jounin merely gave Iruka a crooked grin before licking the rice grains off his face, Iruka frowned in affronted dignity. "No, I have not *used* it yet," he replied stiffly, popping a piece of yakitori chicken into his mouth with his chopsticks.

Once Kakashi had licked away the last grain he could reach and wiped his face with a napkin, the bushy silver-haired man gave Iruka a rather considering look. "Why not?"

Iruka:
A. Tells the truth.
B. Tells a truth that isn't *the* truth.
C. Tells an outright lie.