"Jiraiya!" Tobirama snapped, and Madara ducked his head, biting back a burble of laughter and glancing at Orochimaru; he smiled slightly and licked a smear of yolk off his fingers. "At least try it?" Tobirama said firmly, gesturing at Orochimaru and then pushing the now slightly emptier bowl right back across the table towards Jiraiya and somehow managing to ignore the slightly damp puffed rice stuck to his face and in his hair.

"You got him eggs. He loves eggs." Jiraiya pouted, crossing his arms huffily in a way Madara found entirely too familiar and wasn't entirely sure he was pleased to see like this. . .

I didn't intend to write five of these, or all for the same ship, either, but . . . I had enablers and a challenge and oops.