Frosting
Naruto sat patiently in Sakura's kitchen, watching as his friend bustled around making cup cakes.
"So why do you need to talk to Sasuke anyway?" Sakura picks up a cup cake and begins spreading thick white frosting over it.
"Guy stuff."
Sakura sighed and stared intently at her friends face, trying to discern what was going on in his head. He seemed . . . Worried somehow, and whilst he was physically present it was as if he wasn't in the same room as her. Very unusual.
"Every thing ok with Hinata?"
"Fine." He mutters. "Absoloutly bloody brilliant."
"Here." she holds out the cup cake she just frosted. "Tell me if it's any good."
Naruto obliges and bites into the cupcake. " Bleagh! What the hell is this?!"
"Red Velvet Cup Cake!" Sakura panics. "Is it really that bad!"
"Not the cupcake, the white stuff?!"
"Cream cheese icing?"
"Gah, it's awful! You ruined a perfectly good cup cake!"
At that moment the door opened, revealing Sasuke, laden with shopping bags. "I'm back. What the hell is Naruto doing here? and why is he scrsping icing off of cup cakes?"
"Sasuke, I need to talk to you! Also your wife's cooking is terrible!"
Sasuke blinks and then looks at the afore mentioned wife.
"He doesn't like cream cheese icing." Sakura shakes her head. "Crazy right? I have no idea what else he wants to talk to you about."
Inspired by: My own personal dislike of cream cheese icing. Good things happened today. I got an excellence (highest grade awarded in New Zealand schools) on a history assignment. 'F***ing awsome' was what my teacher called my work.