Ah, good, good. [Minato's satisfied with that. Very satisfied. Enough that he starts to eat his cinnamon roll again and takes a drink of his coffee.] Just keep that up, then. [And then, for a moment, a vicious grin.] If my kid's out of shape, he's gonna be getting the same treatment.

[Minato shrugs.] Haven't been here long enough to decide if it's a good thing or not. This place has given me a chance to spend some good quality time with him--he's grown up so much, nearly sixteen, but he still needs his father. ... Yet, I'm bothered about being essentially held prisoner here.

[He seems pretty happy about being with his son. Then again, this guy's the type that has a hard time staying depressed for long.]