With a total of 6 and a half days to lounge around in Suna, there was no point in running around trying to see everything at once, Sakura mused. She got dressed in another one of Temari's heinous outfits, this time sticking a pair of her own shorts underneath to preserve some modesty. Speaking of which...
"Hey, Gaara, where is Temari?"
Gaara stopped scrubbing a dirty plate for a second, thought, then set it in the sink. A troubled look appeared on his face as he realized that it had been longer than was normal. In fact, it had been a few days.
"Don't worry about it."
Gaara glared around in various directions at what he assumed was the essence of The Author-sama. Realizing quickly that due to poor planning, The Author had no reasons for Temari to be missing, Gaara dropped the whole subject. He instead called back upstairs to Sakura, "Temari? Who's Temari*coughcough*The-Author-sama-forgot-about-her*coughcough*".
Sakura gritted her teeth in frustration.
"Well, now that I am clothed in female clothes that somehow appeared in a spare room in your house which looks as if it belongs to a certain female that is mysteriously missing from the plot. Do you have any ideas of what I should do or see today?"
Gaara was about to return to the dishes, but suddenly realized that he'd much rather spend a day with a pretty kunoichi than sticking his arms elbow-deep in soapy water.
"There isn't a whole lot to do, unless you're interested in one of two things."
"What are my options?" responded Sakura.
"Training, or movies." Gaara deadpanned back to her, already knowing the answer.
"MOVIES! I've been training waaaaay too much!" shrieked Sakura. She would have flung her arms around Gaara if he hadn't been a whole floor and a few rooms apart.