The artist will let Kaito win that one, for now. And he’s right – nearly everything was ordered. But Kaito isn’t complaining; just being unappreciative of Yusuke’s selection. Fine, fine. Yusuke doesn’t often pull shady moves, but he’ll make sure to take majority of these leftovers.
He’s taking a bite of food as Kaito calls him on their last meeting, gaze slowly casting over and none too kind. “I do not even have my supplies with me,” he assures him, but that doesn’t do much in the way to actually assure him, does it? Yusuke didn’t say he wouldn’t do it, simply that he hasn’t the means to. “Perhaps I will stick to having you as my muse for a while longer, if you would allow me to.” He did well for that last painting, after all. Granted, Kaito wouldn’t keep quiet during it, but that was besides the point.
Well, Yusuke, it’s totally not like Kaito wanted you to take the leftovers in the first place, so no one had to worry about the artist keeling over in the middle of the day.
But, sure. Kaito will take his fill ( and to be certain he can last through the day, eats more than enough ), be merry, and Yusuke can go on thinking he’s won that battle.
That tells him nothing; if the artist wanted to get something done, he’d ask for a pen and draw on a napkin, and Kaito would have to feign surprise that he didn’t call it beforehand. To delay such an event from happening, he’s going to stay silent about the writing utensils he keeps with him, and finds something sweet. “I’m here to do as you wish,” Kaito answers, hinting at more, and takes a happy bite. “We made a deal, didn’t we?”