It's a shockingly mundane conversation - particularly considering their contentious conversations that had become more common place since Kurama returned. Some time ago a little back and forth about food, bargaining for what they wanted that evening for a meal, wouldn't have seemed so... boring in comparison. Right now, Hiei is more than content with it. He isn't sure that he could properly sustain a bickering session with how fuzzy his mind is at the moment and, in true form, if he couldn't do it right he didn't want to do it at all.

"Mn. Both sound good." That much he isn't going to pretend about or hide, at least - both sound simple, and bland, and good because of those factors if he's honest with himself. Who knew how much he would be able to get down, considering his stomach isn't even sending hunger pangs at the moment, but surely it will be better than nothing.

"Like what?" It's worth asking, he supposes, if only to have some idea of what Kurama is thinking. He isn't quite sure what the alternative could be, mind stuck on something medicinal versus, you know.. a normal human world cup of tea instead. Or something sweeter, as the kids were so fond of.