[Peace was equally under the weather. April showers were supposed to bring May flowers, not colds! She was in the kitchen herself, trying to remember which herbs and spices could be put together to be an acceptable throat-coating mix that also would clear her sinuses.
She coughed into her blanket and groaned, looking at Altair as he stumbled in,]
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She coughed into her blanket and groaned, looking at Altair as he stumbled in,]
Oh, babe. You look awful.
[True love, folks.]