"So, do you think it's edible?" the boy with the bowl cut asked, poking at the wrapped object on the tray in front of him.

"Maybe." the spiky-haired boy who was seated across from him said, as he gave a near-identical paper wrapped object on the tray in front of him a dubious glance.

"Unbelievable!" the whisker-cheeked blond who'd dragged them to the restaurant groaned. "How can you two be so utterly deprived as to never have seen a burger before?"

Both boys turned to stare at the blond boy that was around their age who hadn't bothered introducing himself before dragging them to this "Burger Joint" after they'd confessed to not having eaten in over a day when he'd caught them stealing from a greengrocer's stall. Why the boy had been so horrified that the two of them had gone 24 hours without food, they didn't know, having experienced longer stretches during lean times despite having been the sons of the heads of their respective clans. Whoever this kid was, he had to be the son of a Daimyo or something to have never missed more than a single meal in his life. Truth was, neither boy had ever seen anything like the strangely named objects that had been served to them in their lives before, much less heard of one, and they weren't entirely sure that they could depend on the possible kindness being shown by this obviously foreign noble who had suddenly decided to bestow his largesse upon the two of them considering the fact that one wrong move could end with them being used against their respective fathers who wouldn't be happy to discover they'd been captured in the company of the other. Though neither boy had consulted the other on the matter, and neither boy knew 100% for certain who the other was because they'd remained deliberately "ignorant" in order to maintain their friendship, both were pretty much on the same page, and their thoughts had run eerily alike as they regarded the strange whisker-cheeked boy who had seemed a bit bothered by the intensity of their stares.

"I don't understand you two." the blond boy said a little too casually for the discomfort his body language was displaying before wrapping his lips around the hollow stick that poked out of the container of faintly hissing liquid that had come with the identical "meal" that the boy had purchased for himself, causing some of the brown liquid to go up into the boy's mouth like air through a reed. "Five minutes ago, you two were hungry enough to steal a couple of manky tomatoes off some random cart, and now you're not eating."

"Fine!" the boy with the bowl cut said, taking the challenge that had been offered and grabbing one of the things that had looked like a bit of sliced potato which had been fried for some reason before shoving it in his mouth and making a face that caused the spiky haired boy to laugh.

The boy with the bowl cut made a sound that sounded like "Gyaglgh" before spitting out the partially chewed potato slice and groaning "Sooo much salt!".

The boy with the spiky hair laughed even harder at the antics of the boy with the bowl cut.

"Well, I don't see you trying anything Madara!" the boy with the bowl cut snapped.

"Fine!" the spiky haired boy exclaimed. "You want me to try something, I will!"

With that, the boy named Madara snatched up the paper wrapped object from the tray in front of him, unwrapped the paper from the object which looked to him like it was made of some sort of mystery meat which had been shoved between two slices of an unusually soft pan that had been slathered in unidentifiable sauces along with a lettuce leaf and two slices of tomato. Before he could lose his courage, Madara took a bite out of the object. An instant later, the boy's face scrunched up in an expression that was equal parts confusion and disgust as he tried to process whatever the hell it was he'd bitten into. The boy promptly spit the bite of whatever the hell that was he'd been dared into eating out and launched himself across the table at the blond haired brat who was looking at him as if he'd just committed an act of blasphemy.

"Are you trying to poison me?!" the boy named Madara yelled as he attacked the blond boy with the only weapon he had at hand at the moment, which was the rest of the hamburger.

"Shikadai! Inojin! Help!" the blond boy with the whisker marked cheeks who was trying to hold off Madara exclaimed as two boys who'd just entered the restaurant stood there and stared as Madara tried to smother the blond boy with the burger.

Senju Hashirama paled at the sight of what were obviously a Nara and a Yamanaka, but prepared to dive into the conflict to rescue his friend.