When they walked into the house Gaara and Kankuro were sitting on a low couch in the living room. They both sprang to their feet as the door opened, but it was Gaara who remained in the living room as Kankuro came forward to greet Sakura.
At least, that was what she had expected him to do. In fact, what he did was stand mere inches from her and stare at her. He leaned in and looked her up and down in a most peculiar manner, and then turned his head one way and the other, as if inspecting merchandise.
This didn't last as long as it felt it did to Sakura, as Temari very quickly knocked some sense into Kankuro by punching him in the arm, and, judging by Kankuro's wince, she was none too gentle.
"What the hell?" Kankuro asked, holding his arm.
"Don't you what the hell me!" Temari huffed, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. "What do you think you're doing to poor Sakura you jerk?"
Kankuro gave Sakura a sheepish look and shrugged. "Ah, right. Sorry Sakura. It's just that I had always wondered what taste Gaara would have in women, when he finally developed a taste for them."
Temari punched Kankuro again, but this time he managed to dodge. "Ok, I did not deserve that!" He protested.
"Yes you did! Don't be so crude!" Temari yelled.
Sakura bit her lip to keep from laughing, but she couldn't help it; a snort escaped her. Temari turned to Sakura and began to apologize for Kankuro's behaviour, but Kankuro grinned at Sakura.
"Don't be so stupid." He told Temari. "She's not offended at all; she's laughing." He turned to Gaara, who had been quite ignored throughout their comedy routine and gave him the thumbs up. "Good choice." He told Gaara. "I like her!"
With his face turned away, he didn't have time to avoid Temari's next blow.