She squints, and turns around and starts stalking off.

Naruto meanwhile quietly pays the bartender.

"What! Where's the 'Hello beloved Jiraiya, the very sight of your manly visage warms me to the bottom of my heart'?" He chases after her.

He looks at his team, and, quietly:

"Do we. Uh. Have a plan for when he pisses her off - "

Too late!

She spins around and glares at Jiraiya. "Fuck. Off. Before I punch you."

"There it is. Come, let me buy you a drink. Maybe somewhere else."

"One. And you'll tell me what the hell you even want after all this time."

"One drink, then!" He grins and turns to flash a thumbs up at his team.

Right. Sure. This is going to go so well.

Team steps up?

"Found yourself a third set of brats, did you?"

Up they step.

"Actually, these are young Hatake's brats. Our travels together are only temporary, alas."

"That little brat? I suppose they've given genin teams to worse."

"Come on, there's a bar I like this way." With suitably expensive drinks.

On to the bar.

"I think he did very well with them; they've all made chunin."

"Good for them."

She orders exceptionally expensive sake. 

"Now what the fuck do you want."

He winces. "Can't we catch up a little, first? What have you been up to these days?"

"If you wanted to catch up you had over a decade to do that in. Why the fuck now?"

"Uh. Yes. Well. I'm sure you've heard about the attack on Konoha..."

"I've heard the gossip. Don't see why it's my problem."

"The old man was hurt. Pretty bad." He takes a long drink.

"Unfortunately for him, I quit medicine."

"...He'sretiringandwantsyoutotakethehat," he says all in a rush.

She slams her drink down onto the table.

"Fuck. No."

"He also wants you to at least come back to the village."

"He can go fuck himself."