"No way! That's a death trap!"
Ryou froze and reexamined the cookies. They seemed... okay. Like he was definitely sure he could taste more chocolate than squid, cow tongue, or any other ingredient his mother thought mixed perfectly well with chocolate chips cookies. So, yeah, to anyone who hadn't eaten Ryou's parents' food before this was probably a death trap. But... Ryou was pretty sure Kii should be building up a tolerance already. "Probably~" Ryou finally agreed, before taking another bite of the cookie. He was pretty sure, that from a young age, his parents had started to brainwash his taste buds.
Ryou carefully listened to both Shira and Kii. Kii's idea made the most sense. Instead of pretending to be chuunin that no one -including the academy teacher- had no memory of. Records could surely be faked but when absolutely no one had any memory of them. Well, Ryou wasn't going to come out and just say he thought Kii's idea was the winner, but he could definitely work his way around it. "Shira, you do look like an adorable traitor in that outfit~" Here came the not-wanting-to-hurt-anyone's-feelings part. "But Kii is smarter than us." There! That had to work. "If he has someone there that can actually say he knows Kii, don't you think that'll be safer?" And it would be! There was also the fact that Ryou wasn't new to hard labor. He spent most of his life working at his parent's weapon shop, and there was honestly nothing more rewarding and awful than making weapons.
"Besides, imagine~!" Ryou shouted, waving his arms in the air for dramatic affect. "Three children. Children with starving families from a poor town on the outskirts of the villages. A sickly mother at home, giving all her food to her little toddler. And, we, having heard from a friend of our friend, heard Konoha was kind enough to offer work~" Ryou imagined, trying to weave a good enough story that Shira will easily follow along with Kii's plan. "Our friend... that has the ability to think better than us~" To further soften the blow, Ryou held the bag of cookies out to Shira. "Cookie? And don't worry. There's only like one or two flavors I can't identify."