Korra's lips aren't smiling when she presses the kiss to his own, which leaves Naruto staring, confounded, at her. She's not mad at him, that much is clear. If she were, she would have probably met him at the door wearing an irritated expression. She wasn't the cold shoulder type, and something he appreciated even more, she wasn't the passive-aggressive type. He honestly ... can't tell what she's feeling.

It freaks him out. He does his best to stay calm.

"I don't know what that is," he admits, listing his hand out of habit to rub at his cheek where she'd tapped it. He stares at the little stick before holding a hand out to take it, eyebrows knit as he puzzles it over.

"Is that what we're talking about? Are we talking before we eat? I could shut up if I'm just making this suck for you, or something."