Fic 37. Prompt 057. 'Lunch.'
"Gaara? What do you like to eat?"
Gaara looked up from the piles of paper sprawled across his desk, waiting for the Kazekage's signature, and gave the visiting Naruto a strange look.
"Why do you ask?"
Naruto shrugged, flopping down in an old armchair reserved for visiting dignitaries. Gaara resisted the urge to sigh. Then again, this was Naruto, famed for changing rules, regulations, even people.
"Well, I just realized that I really don't know all that much about you, that's all. I don't know your favorite color, your favorite food, nothing."
Gaara looked at him, surprised.
Then he smiled.