I had been living here for just two weeks. It was nice actually.
Gaara watched me as I cooked every once in a while cocking an invisable eyebrow.
I was cooking stew as Kankuro and Temari fought around the house. It was more like Temari was trying to kill Kankuro as he ran and hid is several places occasionally throwing things.
"It smells nice." Gaara commented.
"The stew?" I asked slightly bored.
"No the blood."
"You're right."
"So you like it too?"
"I always have... is that strange?"
He smiled slightly then took over with making the stew.
"It's not supposed to be green."