Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

An average day at the Sand sibling's house. Right? Wrong. Temari was scheduled to go off on a business trip , traveling around the five shinobi nations for one month to gather data on how the people were living and then write out a report. Problem? Just listen to their ranting and you'll know.

"Dammit Gaara we practically can't survive without Temari to cook for us! We'll starve!" exclaimed Kankuro, shaking his poor younger brother violently. "I know we're short handed at the moment but you can't send our sister! I am not eating out for a whole month, it's expensive!"

Gaara seriously contemplated demoting Kankuro to Chuunin for shaking him like that. He felt like barfing from dizziness, but if he made a mess on the floor, Temari would kill him. He preferred to die of old age then by being squashed flat by a seventy pound iron fan. He pried Kankuro's hands off his Kazekage robes.

"Listen Kankuro, I've worked something out. Calm down," he said calmly.

"What?"

The brothers got pink aprons thrown in their faces by their sister. Remember, she hadn't set out just yet. It was a week and a half before she was due to.

"Hurry up and change into something you don't mind getting dirty, then put those on," she snapped. "Your cooking lessons start in five minutes in the kitchen."

Kankuro stared at his brother with wide eyes.

"You got Temari to teach us how to cook?"

The latter nodded, uncertain of his brother's next reaction. The guy was unpredictable. They both gulped. What kind of teacher would she be? Most probably one that would scare the crap out of you with a single devilish glare. They proceeded to their rooms to change, then to their first cooking lesson.

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