"You look better." Iruka observed, releasing Naruto from a hug and holding him back to look him over; he did look better - messy, but not scruffy, and no longer too thin the way he had been when he was wandering with Jiraiya.

Naruto bounced a little, just as he had when he was twelve . . . and ten . . . and six; Iruka smiled fondly and ruffled his hair, nudging him along to head to Ichiraku's.

"Yeah I guess so! Yamato-taichou is always fussing," Naruto scrunched his nose up, but he was grinning, "you know, about baths and meals and vegetables, he's even worse than Kakashi-sensei is about vegetables, and and and when I got sick on our last mission he wouldn't let me do anything and he even sat with me an' stuff?" he said, looking painfully surprised at the idea, and Iruka tried not to wince.