"Konan, open uuuuuuuuup."
The overly cheery voice was like... nails on a chalkboard to Konan, at the moment. Barely getting any sleep, she stood up, and opened the door.
"What." She said dryly.
Stuttering, Puppet held out a try of food, and a small glass of sake. "I umm... made lunch!"
"Is it poisoned." An eyebrow arched at the overly cheery person.
"Why would I poison Konan-sama?" She asked, fear gone from her voice.
Konan sighed, took the plate, and slammed the door in her face.
"... my nose..." A weak voice said.
The blue haired ninja quickly devoured the sandwich and soup, and quickly downed the sake. "Wow... this is pretty good!" She said amazed, she had no idea Puppet could cook... no one probably did...
Head heavy, Konan walked out of her room to apologize to the poor girl, but she was astounded that... everything was... clean...?
The wall that Kakuzu had broke was already on its way to repair, the common room was well kept, and the kitchen was sparkling clean, except for a lone plate. Puppet was washing dishes, but she knew Konan was there, but before she could speak, Puppet said,
"No need to thank me, I was glad to keep everyone well fed."
With that, Konan sighed, and wandered back to her room.
