（ one hand is lifted, automatic, to rest against sasuke's nape, fingers gently carding at his hair. ）

You mean you want to see me all sweaty and shirtless threshing grain in a field, huh?

（ his tone is knowing. playful, but a little smug. ）

Chaff gets everywhere, though. And it sticks to you. （ a beat. then: ） What's your opinion on basil?