Chouji chuckles. "I think he's actually managed to do a little of that without me here, but I'll do what I can." Shikamaru put on muscle and height in the time Chouji missed. Not much, but it's there. Between that and the subtle changes in his face that might not be noticeable if they'd happened over time, he looks even more like his father. Chouji can't think about that right now.

"Not every dinner will be a team dinner," he says slowly. Temari can't enjoy being the only Suna nin here, and cooking for an extra person isn't really any extra work. "You're always welcome to join me otherwise."