He shrugged. "Yeah, sure."
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She nodded and stood up. ”I’ll check if you have anything left. Maybe I can find chicken noodle for you.” she smiled.
He nodded a little bit. "Okay. Thank you."
”You’re welcome.” she smiled at him before heading to the kitchen.
He smiled back, stretching.
She groaned a little when she remembered the slight mess she left from when she made lunch. She would have to clean up before she started cooking.
He sighed softly.
She shook her head slightly and started cleaning, a little glad to have something to do.
He closed his eyes tiredly.
She hummed softly as she worked on the kitchen.
He smiled a little bit.
She continued humming as she washed and dried the dishes.
He glanced over at her for a moment.
She looked up at him for a moment and gave him a small smile before going back to cleaning. She practically elbow-deep in soapy water.
He got up to go use the bathroom, leaving his blanket on the couch.
She continued humming as she finished the dishes and started looking for pre-made chicken noodles or the ingredients to make it herself.
He headed into the bathroom.
She didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved when she found a couple cans of the soup. She hoped he wouldn't mind as she opened both of them and heated the soup over the stove instead of in the microwave. It tasted fresher that way.
He finished up in the bathroom, coming back out and plopping down on the couch again.
As the soup heated up to a slow boil, she grabbed two bowls and clean spoons, since she was planning to eat something as well. "Soup's almost ready." she called out.
"M'kay! Thank you!" he called back, curling the blankets tighter around his shoulders.
She smiled and turned off the stove. "It's no problem. Though it wouldn't hurt for you to organize a little in here." she teased as she ladled the soup out.
He groaned. "Gross. Organization. Nasty."
"Oh, grow up, you big crybaby." she quipped, bringing out the two bowls.
He whined, shaking his head.
She smiled kindly at him and set his soup down in front of him before taking her own seat.
(gtg sorry)
He sighed quietly, closing his eyes.
(It's ok. Good night.)
”Not hungry?” she asked, seeing he didn't go for the soup.
He blinked, looking at her. "Not…super hungry, sorry."
She nodded a little. ”It’s alright. I can just reheat yours when you want it.” she assured him.