I put this one up early cuz I might forget on tuesday, being my Bday and all. ^_^ Enjoy!
They were setting dinner on the table. The table had been set for seven but only five were currently there. Jiraiya tried to be conspicuous about wiping his mouth of Tsunade's lip stick as they sat down to eat. He suffered an epic failure and Sei noticed. It clicked instantly.
"Are you and Tsunade dating?" he asked with a smirk. Tsunade almost choked on a mouthful of water and glared at him.
"We are not!" she boomed. Sei continued to smirk.
"Jiraiya sensei's lips tell a different story. But, I also saw you two sucking face in the kitchen," he said. Jiraiya's face turned redder then Sei's hair. Seiraiya had already taken a biscuit and started to eat it. He examined the bottom of it.
"So that's how the biscuits got burned," he said. Now Tsunade's face had turned almost maroon. Sei laughed hysterically as Lera walked in, he hadn't noticed. She looked down at her son. Jiraiya and Tsunade's faces were now redder then the Mortagashi's hair all put together. Lera raised an eyebrow at them and then prodded Sei with her foot. He immediately looked up and stopped. He smiled nervously and stood up, dusting himself off. She shook her head.
"Now apologize," she said. He frowned but turned to Jiraiya and Tsunade and bowed apologetically.
"I'm sorry Tsunade-hime and Jiraiya-sama," he said, trying to mean his words. Tsunade was the first to lose her blush, not for several minutes and after a gradual fade.
"Apology accepted," she replied with a polite nod. She looked up; Jiraiya was still red, but not as dark now. He nodded to Sei, too embarrassed to speak. Sei stood up straight and then sat down in his chair. Lei shook her head. Lera sat down.
"Is grandpa-"
"No sweetie. I just spoke with him and he said he'd be awhile. And he apologized for missing dinner again," Lera replied. Lei frowned sadly.
"Okay…" she was clearly disappointed, but understanding. Seiraiya started to serve the stew. He patted her head on his way past her, she smiled at him.
"I'll make sure to leave him some when I do the dishes," he said reassuringly. She smiled again. Her father was a health nut and her mother had adapted her cooking skills to make it not just the usual bland but tasty. The Hokage loved the food and would always finish off whatever leftovers were in the fridge. It was a good thing it was healthy or the Hokage would be fat and lazy.