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[ That gets a wide grin out of him. Daisy does a good job of boosting his ego. ]

I will give it a try. For you.

[ And also because it doesn't feel right to pass up food that's already made and ready to be eaten. Leaving the bathroom, he towels off and gets fresh clothes on before returning to bed and settling the tray across his lap. His nose is still dripping a little, but he feels miles better than he had just an hour ago. Starting in on the soup, he looks to her meal. ]

Are you eating those spicy red things again?

[Daisy sits across from him on the bed, leaning her side against the wall.]

I am. Do you want some? It might clear your sinuses.

No. I thank you. It might help, but it took forever last time for my tongue to recover.

[ Just let him eat his soup and toast like a boring old man. ]

[Daisy laughs at that, popping a few of the Cheetos into her mouth.]

It was one Cheeto.

So? One was enough.

[ He shakes his head and bites into his toast. ]

I should ask for some lutefisk in the supply drop and make you try that. Then you would know what it's like.

[Daisy smiles at him before unwrapping the burrito to put more cheetos in it.

She's aware of how gross it probably looks, but it tastes good.]

What's that?

Dried fish.

[ He makes a bit of a face. ]

Like a cow chewing cud trying to get it down, but making it soft again tastes even worse so we mostly eat it dried.

[Daisy was about to take a bite out of her burrito, but hesitates at his description.]

Come on, the hot cheetos at least taste better than that.

Taste? I couldn't taste any flavor while my tongue was burning.

[ But hey; that leaves more flamin' hot Cheetos for her, right? He'll stick to his toast, though he dips it into his broth. ]

See? It'd be helpful for you to eat something like--

[She's going to butcher the pronunciation.]

Lutefisk.

[Finally she takes a bite out of her burrito, being careful not to get crumbs on his bed.]

How's the soup?

It's good. Well, I think it's good. I can't really taste much flavor right now.

[ He nods towards her meal. ]

That's not an invitation to try and get me to try those things again. But are you enjoying it?

S’good.

[Daisy says around a mouthful of food. He’s rubbing off on her.]

[ He folds the rest of his toast into his mouth and does the same. ]

Good.

[ Smiling, he then chews up the rest before setting his lap tray down off the bed with his bowl and spoon. ]

Should we watch another movie or did you want to read?

Whatever you want to do.

[She's finished her burrito around the same time as him, and she sets her plate on top of his stuff.]

I'm here to keep you company.

[ If only he had the energy to do one of his favorite activities with her... But instead he brings the dvd player back onto the bed and puts in some Bond film that Newt had shown at movie night once. Joric really only likes them for the funny gadgets, actions scenes, and beautiful women. Anything about spy work tends to fly over his head.

Settling back on his pillow, his wet hair fans itself across and he sighs, feeling achy but not as terribly so. ]

You can stay however long you'd like. I will understand if I wake again and you're gone.

[Daisy moves to lay next to him, her back propped against the wall for now.]

Please. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.

[Without realizing it, Daisy starts playing with his hair as she watches the movie.]

I haven’t seen this one before. Which one is this?

Mm, Thunderball? Something like that.

[ He's already dropped the dvd case on the floor and he's certainly not moving to retrieve it. Not when he just got comfortable and she's playing with his hair. ]

There's a great deal I don't understand, but I like the chase scenes.

Isn’t that the whole point of these movies anyway? That, the fights and the hot women?

[Daisy can’t say she minds.]

Perhaps it is. Though I wonder why they bother with all that story if it's not the point. That's time they're wasting when they could be showing more fights and women.

I mean, people like seeing movies for the plot too.

[Her smile grows, finding this whole conversation cute.]

[ He tilts his head towards her, a faint smile touching his lips. ]

Do they now? Well, I suppose I can understand that.

[ Eye lids closing, he exhales slowly. ]

Not that I can pay attention to the plot when you're touching my hair. I'd take this any day.

[Smiling at him, Daisy leans forward to kiss him on his forehead when he closes his eyes.]

I could always stop.

[She teases, not lifting her hand away from his hair just yet.]

Don't.

[ Said immediately. ]

You wouldn't do that to me. You're too good.

Only because you're sick.

[She says it in a tone that makes it clear that's not true.]

Do you want me to turn off the light?

You mean I must be sick more often to get more of this? That is a hard bargain.

[ His eyes open just enough to gaze her way. ]

All right.

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