"Why are we stopping again?"
The miko sighed—it was the third time she was having this conversation.
"We've been travelling for a week; we need more supplies."
"We didn't need more supplies until he wanted more tea."
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at his brother. He'd simply inquired about a particular blend. She'd taken it upon herself to go into the nearest village to procure more.
Slender hands rested on full hips as the miko's fiery gaze turned on the whelp.
"You never seemed to mind when I needed to go home to get you more ramen!"
Inuyasha slunk away, and the miko flipped her hair over her shoulder.
"Serves him right."
