[Ironically, Tooru isn't looking at the waitress this time, beyond a cheerful "thank you!" and completely misses his cue to flirt with her some more. He's much more interested in the steaming bowl of ramen that's been placed on the table, and draws the food closer. This has absolutely nothing to do with the way their feet are still pressed together snugly under the table, of course.

To Iwaizumi's nagging, Tooru replies with a loud slurp of his ramen noodles, looking up to see if that makes Iwaizumi roll his eyes.]

What else could we be doing? You were complaining earlier about how much more unpacking we both had to do. [The way Tooru stuffs some chashu into his mouth isn't at all dignified, but he's starving, the first taste of the ramen reminding him that he and Iwaizumi hadn't had a real lunch. He perks up, though, at the mention of sake.]

Iwa-chan, are you suggesting we drink and unpack at the same time?