She laughed as bright as a bell, giggled so hard that tears came, turned and turned her head so that her head of pink hair flew in all directions.
He got in, couldn't help but laugh a lot louder every time.
She tried to glare at him. "Now don't pretend that I am the ugly duckling and you are Mr Charming ..." - "I'm not pretending - I AM Mr Charming, your Prince Dream, your Mr Right ..."
Groaning, she rolled her eyes. "Of course, and recently, pigs can fly ..."
He glared at her aggressively. "You know", with that he took a huge step towards her, "I have flour."
She wanted to laugh, but his words were more than serious. Dead serious if she was honest. "And I'm dirty," she replied unimpressed, shrugged her shoulders and spread out the much too big and much too old apron that was full and full of bits of dough.
He grinned suggestively. "Well, if that wasn't a case of 'clearly ambiguous, then ..."
She interrupted him with a sigh. Her jade green eyes sparkled mockingly. "You know what, Sasu?" She patted his cheek in a friendly manner, ignoring the fact that she spread the dough almost evenly over it on her fingers. "Men will be seven, afterwards ...", she grinned, "after that they don't grow any more."
He was about to start talking, maybe his arrogant repartee would have offered him a suitable counter, but at that moment the blond chaot - Naruto, his best friend, probably noticed - slid through the kitchen and started the lovingly arranged and painstaking detailed work groping gouged shapes.
"Hands off!" Said Sakura, standing up to her full size in front of the blond chaotic and raised his index finger admonishingly, "Woe to you nibbling, Naruto, then I forbid you to eat even one of them ..." - "But that's not fair, really now! "
He smiled at this scene: It was always the same ... year after year after year ... But one thing was different this year: For the first time in his life he had to agree with Sakura - you didn't see that every day.

(Men turn seven, after that they no longer grow © by the internet)