Temari decided not to follow the classic soft and chewy chocolate-chip type of cookies. Instead, she decided to make molded peanut butter cookies. She took out the recipe book, gathered all the ingredients, and began. Meanwhile, Kankuro wanted to do the classic type; the chocolate-chip cookies would melt and mix with the dough as it baked in the oven. He finished first, since Temari's took more time to do. He popped it into the oven, set the time, and pretty soon, the tempting scent of chocolate chip-cookies filled the air, and it wafted all the way to the living room.

Gaara's head immediately snapped up as the delicious sent entered his nose. He stood up and went to the kitchen. Upon seeing his little brother in the kitchen doorway,

Kankuro immediately went in front of Gaara and blocked his path.

"Hey, now. This is a restricted area for now. Our cookies are in danger when you're here." Then he put on his mischievous grin again, and turned his head to his sister. "Oi, Temari. See this? Gaara's mouth is practically watering by the smell of my cookies. What more if he tastes them, ne?"

"He'll spit 'em out, that's what," she countered as she kept her eyes on the cookbook.

Kankuro rolled his eyes and looked back at his brother. "Alright, I know you're excited to taste our cookies. But you gotta stay somewhere else. We'll call you as soon as we're done."

Gaara narrowed his eyes at his older brother, his yes unblinking.

"What?" Kankuro asked, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Never mock my appetite for cookies. The knowledge of my like for cookies will remain in this house and this house alone. Understood?"

The whole thing made Kankuro want to laugh so badly, but he did well in keeping his poker face on. "Sure," he responded.

Gaara shifted his eyes at his sister. "Temari?"

"Understood, Gaara," she replied as well.

Without another word, Gaara turned around and left the kitchen. Kankuro faced Temari with a huge grin on his face. Seeing her brother's facial expression, Temari smiled as well. The two burst out laughing. After sharing a laugh, Kankuro took a seat at the kotatsu table, placing his elbow on the table top so he could rest his head on his hand. Five minutes passed, and his eyelids began to droop. 'No!' he shouted in his head as soon as he realized how tired he was. 'I can't fall asleep. I can't let Temari win.' Fifteen minutes passed, and Kankuro's eyes felt heavier. He soon forgot about the cookies and leaned forward to rest his head on his arms. He fell asleep within minutes. 'Aww, look at my dear little Kankuro, sleeping like a baby,' Temari thought to herself. She snickered.

Kankuro woke with a start, sitting up straight immediately. He blinked several times to clear the blur off his eyes, and looked around. He realized he was in the kitchen. 'The kitchen... why am I... oh crap!' He went to the oven and turned it off, grabbed a holder from the table, and opened the oven door. The smell of something slightly burning greeted him. 'Crap,' he thought again. He took the tray out and placed it on the table. Seeing his cookies, he pointed a finger at his sister.

"You! How come you didn't even wake me up?" he demanded.

"Your cookies, your responsibility," Temari replied simply.

Kankuro became more pissed. "Take a look at my cookies! They're ruined all thanks to you!"

"Oi, don't go blaming it all on me! It's your fault you—" She stopped answering back as soon as she laid her eyes on Kankuro's cookies. She started laughing. They were deformed, and the melted chocolate spilled onto the tray. The edges were dark brown; completely different from the top parts of the cookies, which were golden brown. They didn't smell quite as appetizing as they did while they were in the oven; they smelled burnt.

"Are those the cookies you were so proud of? It'd be a miracle if Gaara would even agree to taste them!" Temari said in between giggles.

Kankuro resisted the urge to attach chakra strings to her tray and let her batter spill on the floor. He might end up in Suna's hospital.

"Shut up," he said firmly. He was really pissed. Temari didn't say any more, for Kankuro could be quite dangerous as well if he was pissed. She scooped the last of her batter onto the cookie sheet and popped them into the oven.

She leaned on the counter and waited for her cookies to bake. She was thinking about apologizing to her brother for laughing at him. She did feel bad about it. "Sorry for laughing at you, Kankuro," she finally apologized. The guilt welled up inside her ever since Kankuro told her to shut up.

"Yeah, that's alright," her brother replied impassively.

She sighed. He was still pissed. Ten more minutes passed, and her peanutbutter molded cookies were finally done. She took then out from the oven and placed the tray next to Kankuro's.

"What the—" she started to say, but was interrupted by Kankuro's boisterous laughter.

"Yours are worse than mine! Just look at them!" he managed to say.

Truly, Temari's cookies didn't look any better than Kankuro's. They too had meaningless shapes, and didn't look very appetizing. They were bulky and looked hard to chew.

Kankuro taste-tested one. "Man, this is hard to chew, Temari. Not only that, but they look like dog crap."

"Take that back," Temari threatened, reaching for a pan.

"Ok, ok! I take it back!"

Temari sighed. "Alright, time for the moment of truth, Kankuro. It's time for Gaara to taste and judge our cookies."

Author's Note: Yay, Chapter 2's out! Sorry for any errors you find in this chapter. Again, I lacked motivation while making this. :| Thanks to all you guys who read, reviewed and liked it! OH AND BY THE WAY: this story will have a sequel! So, heads up! ;)