"So what's he like?" Hanabi asked, in a tone of voice inappropriate for a thirteen year old.

Hinata sighed. Hanabi had been blissfully quiet for the walk to the market, and through the first few stalls Hinata browsed. She turned the squash in her hand to make sure it was in good condition and held it out for Hanabi to put in her basket.

Hanabi raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"What do you think he's like?" she tossed back.

"I was asking you. You never talk about him."

Instead of giving another retort, she ran her hand along strings of garlic and dried herbs. There was nothing to say. Nothing that would satisfy a tween's runaway mind, at least. She pulled off some garlic and plucked some red onions off a stand and put them in her bag, then paid for them before speaking again.

"It'll bore you," she said, finally.

"One of the most powerful ninja, and an Uchiha, boring."

Hinata allowed herself a little grin. "He reads history books and drinks tea."

"Wow." There was a moment of quiet as she digested this information. "He sounds worse than you."

She almost dropped her groceries."Excuse me?"

Hanabi laughed. "You heard me."

"Am I that bad?" Hinata grimaced. She was glad Hanabi couldn't see her face, hot and red as it was.

"Probably." She hefted her basket. "Where to next?"

Boring?

All the stalls of produce, meat, and trinkets bled into each other. She probably looked stupid, slowly turning in place, trying to remember the next item on her mental checklist. Their totes seemed to be in order.

"Um…" Her heart was thumping up against her chest. "Let's see."

The way Itachi's hands gripped a book - somehow both careful and lax - had nestled itself deep in her bag.

"Did...did we pick up carrots yet?"

"Yep."

Sometimes his tea went cold before he took a sip. He always looked surprised when it happened.

"Miso?"

"Don't you have a lot of that already?" She waved her hand around in the space between the bag and Hinata's face. "Hello? You there?"

"I'm fine!" The glare she gave Hanabi must have been pretty scary, since she jumped. Good.

No. Not good. "...Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Shrug. "Buy me some bananas and I'll call it even."

"Deal."