[Temari's not the best cook, but she can usually whip up some sort of small meal when the need arose. And the need? It's definitely there. It might be an odd hour for a meal, but there are days when she just eats when she feels like.
Actually, she does that most days. Don't judge.
She's barely paying attention when she walks into the kitchen, gaze automatically scanning the room for occupants before she heads for the fridge.
Two steps into the room, she stops dead in her tracks.
And stares. Mouths his name silently. She barely recognizes -- much less cares right now -- that she's rather openly vulnerable because it's been too damned long and do you even know what it's like to be so separated from family? and she planted a goddamn cactus in the memory garden for you what the hell are you doing here?]
Ninja kitchen action.
Actually, she does that most days. Don't judge.
She's barely paying attention when she walks into the kitchen, gaze automatically scanning the room for occupants before she heads for the fridge.
Two steps into the room, she stops dead in her tracks.
And stares. Mouths his name silently. She barely recognizes -- much less cares right now -- that she's rather openly vulnerable because it's been too damned long and do you even know what it's like to be so separated from family? and she planted a goddamn cactus in the memory garden for you what the hell are you doing here?]