Delivery for a surprisingly productive auntie Hokage? :Sets a container of takeout, a case of sake, and a cookie on Tsunade's desk:
@whotookmysenbon
The cookie never makes it to the desk.
Gone. Intercepted mid-air and disappearing into her mouth like it wasn't ever there in the first place.
The sake is hidden away for later because she has an upcoming meeting scheduled with the council. Her drinking in front of them irks the wrinkly crones. And she just loves to irk them. Small pleasures and all.
The takeout container?
Ah.
That, she pulls in close. Coils around it like a dragon with something worth guarding. The lid lifts. A slow inhale.
And then—
That smile.
Wide. Sharp. A little too pleased to be called sane.
Who needed a love life when you had takeout?
“…all because I dug out that damn constitution?”





















