Konohagakure. Later that same Friday afternoon. Aoi was laughing. Anko had predictably yet unintentionally told Aoi why she was interrogating her.
"Ha ha ha hee! That's right! Ah ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh, shut up! It's a perfectly logical assumption!"
"I'm not laughing at An-chan, I swear! We're like two boats, who haven't crashed yet!"
"Uh... don't you mean... two ships passing in the night?"
"Yeah! That." Aoi's giggling slowed to a stop. "Hey, I know! I'll answer one of your questions then you answer one of mine. Fair?"
"Alright" Anko immediately regretted agreeing to that.
"Yay!"
"I'll go first!" Anko decided to jump on this. "What's your name?"
Aoi looked like she was going to cry again. "It's Aoi..."
"Your last name, you ninny! Surname! Family name! Clan alliance. Like that."
"Haven't got one."
"What?"
"No one back home has a last name. Most of us didn't, so Taicho made it a rule."
Okay. She's from some hick town run by a crazy man who's outlawed last names?
"So how do you keep track of who's related to each other, for like, families and stuff?"
"I already answered two questions..."
D'oh. Anko sighed, then motioned for Aoi to ask away.
"How many bubbles in a bar of soap?"
Anko threw a punch that connected for once.