Why was the idiot laughing? This wasn't funny! All right, fine, it may have been on some level, but if he was just going to keep saying those things instead of letting the matter go, Lelouch was going to devote more thought than ever on coming up with a way to retaliate for that cross-dressing remark. How to do that when the only thing that would possibly embarrass Suzaku was the-- that thing on the board, though, was extremely difficult. The Cross-Dressing Festival had proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was utterly shameless, but surely there had to be some other option Lelouch was overlooking...?

"Don't you dare," he snapped, spearing his fish with his fork to emphasize his point. "Stop treating me like an infant, Suzaku. I don't need coddling and I certainly don't need you pestering me about taking better care of myself." Which was... probably not true, given how determined he was to make the most of the relatively peaceful days here and how willingly he'd done so at the expense of both sleep and food so far, but Lelouch remained convinced of it anyway. He could eat and sleep when he had fewer things to do.