"I don't get it."

"You're not meant to get it."

"Then why did ya add it?"

"Because everyone else thinks they get it."

Inuyasha dragged a hand down his face, giving the painting one last squint before shaking his head. "You're going to have an ass load of people come in next week raving about how unique the colours are or about the meticulous use of brushwork when it looks like ya gave paints to a monkey and said, 'Have at it.'"

Sango grinned. "What's your point?"

"Nothing. Other than you're a bigger con artist than Miroku."

"Who do you think gave me the idea?"

Inuyasha shook his head. "You've both been watchin' too many forgery documentaries lately."

"Hey now," she said, crossing her arms. "The painting is authentic."

"Doesn't stop it from looking like shit."

Sango rolled her eyes, giving the frame a final adjustment, then headed back to her office, Inuyasha following behind. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were helping Miroku with the landscaping today."

A flush tinted his cheeks, and he sheepishly held up an orange lunch bag. "I didn't want ya eatin' that garbage from the cafeteria again. Miroku said ya left in a rush this morning."

She blinked owlishly, then strode purposefully toward him, barely giving him a chance to register the grateful smile on her face before kissing him thoroughly. He growled in response, returning the embrace until her toes curled, and Sango forced herself to pull away. Her office was not the place for that.

Again.

She brushed another kiss against his cheek. "Thank you."

"Keh. I needed to practice anyway."

"How many times did you burn it?"

"None, ya ungrateful wench!" He shoved her away, then tossed the bag onto her desk. "See if I make you anything anymore."

"But then you wouldn't have an excuse to come visit me," she smirked, tugging at one of his ears.

Inuyasha snorted, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I don't wanna bother you."

Clicking her tongue, she continued to rub his ear affectionately. "But I like when you bother me."

"I'll remind ya of that when you're tryin' to focus on paperwork instead of listen to me and Mirkou when we tell you to come to bed."

Sango kissed his cheek again, enjoying the flush of his skin as she did so. "You do that."