And so the following day, Tenten decided to learn how to cook. She started off by thinking of a person to ask to teach her the arts of gastronomic pleasuring.

"How about Hinata... I'm sure she's a great cook, but she's probably busy with her pregnancy." She grinned wickedly. "That Naruto's got some serious babymaking skills. Imagine, just two hours locked up in the bathroom with her, and it's a success already! Hyuuga clan would no longer be miserable. They would multiply once more, and Naruto would be their Father Abraham: Father of the whole clan of the new generation of Hyuugas. Super!" She framed her chin with her palm. "Hmm... how about Sir Kakashi? But I think the only thing he knows about cooking is, well, meals with the word 'aphrodisia' attached to it." Her shoulders sagged. "How come there's a sudden shortage of decent cooks around here?"

At that moment, Neji emerged from the house, fully dressed in formal getup. "I'll just be visiting the maternity clinic for a while."

"What are you going to do there?" Tenten blinked. "Don't tell me you were able to get pregnant all by yourself!"

He rolled his eyes in response.

Tenten nudged his ribs. "Hmm, Neji-chan, I swear, you look so damn manly when you roll your eyes, the way retards do when they're amusing themselves." She nodded to herself. "Before when I tease you like this, you look like you want to eat me alive. I think I prefer the 'old' you."

"Right." He looked at his wristwatch. "I'll be bringing my cousin along. It's her first time visiting the maternity clinic."

"Wow, how cute! A cousinly bonding session then?" gushed the female.

A vein popped on Neji's head. "Tenten, has anyone told you yet that you're incredibly annoying?"

"Yes. You did."

He sighed, and opted to ignore the comment. "Hinata is the one going to the clinic, I'm just accompanying her."

"Ah, now I understand," she said, feigning solemn comprehension. "You were not being clear awhile ago."

That remark was disregarded too. "Hopefully, upon my return, we'll have a different meal, as you have promised. No more pork."

"No bacon?" she tried.

"I want fried fish," he said simply.

"What if I buy a fish, pork-flavored?" she tried again.

"Then eat by yourself." With that, he climbed into his car.

She waved at him smilingly. "Ok, love, be careful on your way!" She watched him drive away. "And I'll go prepare his fried fish." She stood up. "To the market I go."

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