"Dare I ask what Anija is doing out there?" Tobirama asked as he seated himself opposite Mito, already pouring tea; Hashirama had not even noticed him walking up, occupied with his trees.

Mito sighed expressively, flicking a few grains of salt into her own teacup; Tobirama restrained the reflexive grimace easily and simply spared a moment of gratitude that Mito no longer insisted on making the entire pot of tea in the Uzushio style.

"He loves his little orchard like his babies," Mito said dryly, and Tobirama snorted; he was familiar with that, "after some discussion of how we won't be having another child," her lips twisted for a moment, her eyes flashing; Tobirama knew she hadn't necessarily wanted more children desperately, but making a choice and having a boundary imposed on one were quite different, "I told him to try budding one off his children out there . . . and I believe he's now actually trying." she said, flicking a glance that way, and Tobirama had a horrible feeling of foreboding, knowing how wild mokuton was, with a very life of its own unlike all other chakra natures. . .