Slow
"Come on there has to be something I missed?" Gaara leaned on his desk. "It's barely noon, I can't be out of paperwork!"
"This time of year is slow for missions." Matsuri rolled her eyes. "No more paperwork left. Go home."
"Do you have any idea the torture I endure from Kankuro at home?"
"Go help out at the academy."
Gaara turned pale at that one. "No thankyou."
"They aren't psychopathic mass murderers you know." This earned her a glare from Gaara. "Oh come on lighten up. Just go find something to do. You have hobbies."
"You can only water a cactus so many times." Then he saw the smirk on her face. "No."
"But. . ."
"No."
"Oh come on."
"We are not trying that cactus."
"But, research?"
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Ass." She muttered. "Why do you even have it? I know Naruto has tried what he grows."
"We are not trying the Echinopsis pachanoi."
"But . . ."
"Temari would kill me."
"She would ask you why you haven't tried it yet."
"It takes to long to prepare."
"So you do know how to prepare it." Matsuri smirked.
"It's not happening."
"Please?" Matsuri tried her best puppy dog eyes.
"No."
"That works on most guys."
"I am not most guys."
"No shit, you wont try the damn cactus."
I milked that for all it was worth and I'm not even ashamed. See chapter 48 for more info.