It's gonna make your nose run, [ Peace warns with a little laugh. Her tail wraps around his affectionately, and she sniffles as she gently pushes him towards the chair, not letting his tail go until it would be unwise to stay together that way. ]
Extra cayenne it is. Come on, I'll start the water up. You go sit. Tell me what they used when you were sick with a cold.
[ Peace turns her back to Altair and reaches for an extra cup. It sucks to think, but she remembers the recipe well enough: enough honey to climb up the smallest amount of the sides of the cup, mixed with one half spoonful of cayenne for her, a full one for Altair, two tea bags - one of echinacea, one of chamomile. Once the kettle began to whistle, she switched off the stove and poured the piping hot water over both cups, gently stirring them with a spoon until all the honey dissolves. ]
[His confident chuckle was lost to another coughing fit.]
I love spicy food. I'll be fine.
[Altair kept his tail wrapped around hers as long as he could before reluctantly letting it slip away. He already missed the feel of her fur and his tail swished impatiently as Peace made their tea. It was funny how she kept making him see things he hated in a better light, first her ridiculously large house that now felt like home, now tea and he watched her with a fond smile.]
[ It was better than that weird craving for lutefisk she kept having. That was gonna have to just keep being a weird craving, though. She heard it reeked.
Making sure that he had their (her) blanket, Peace tosses the teabags and puts the mugs and orange on a tray. ]
I would make spicier things, but this is about my limit. Actually, it might be a little over my limit.
[ Peace shivers and chuckles as she goes up the stairs. ]
[Well they can't have that. He would be forced to wait longer if she had to make more and he reached over to help her steady the tray before disaster struck.]
There's still hope for you then. I'll warn you when I'm making something spicy.
[It was a shame though. Spicy food ran through his fisherman's veins and he would have loved to share that with Peace. Could you build up a tolerance for spice?]
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Extra cayenne it is. Come on, I'll start the water up. You go sit. Tell me what they used when you were sick with a cold.
[ Peace turns her back to Altair and reaches for an extra cup. It sucks to think, but she remembers the recipe well enough: enough honey to climb up the smallest amount of the sides of the cup, mixed with one half spoonful of cayenne for her, a full one for Altair, two tea bags - one of echinacea, one of chamomile. Once the kettle began to whistle, she switched off the stove and poured the piping hot water over both cups, gently stirring them with a spoon until all the honey dissolves. ]
Are you feeling hungry? Normal-hungry, I mean.
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I love spicy food. I'll be fine.
[Altair kept his tail wrapped around hers as long as he could before reluctantly letting it slip away. He already missed the feel of her fur and his tail swished impatiently as Peace made their tea. It was funny how she kept making him see things he hated in a better light, first her ridiculously large house that now felt like home, now tea and he watched her with a fond smile.]
Not really.
[Maybe a little but cuddling sounded better.]
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[ It was better than that weird craving for lutefisk she kept having. That was gonna have to just keep being a weird craving, though. She heard it reeked.
Making sure that he had their (her) blanket, Peace tosses the teabags and puts the mugs and orange on a tray. ]
I would make spicier things, but this is about my limit. Actually, it might be a little over my limit.
[ Peace shivers and chuckles as she goes up the stairs. ]
Let's go, love.
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What would I do without you Peace?
[He felt a little dizzy when he stood up to follow Peace and he leaned into his fatigue a little to make his dramatic sigh feel more real.
How could I fall in love with someone who does like spicy things?
[He kissed her cheek with a teasing smile.]
It's a price I'll gladly pay for you.
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I just can't handle them. Very important distinction, in my opinion.
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There's still hope for you then. I'll warn you when I'm making something spicy.
[It was a shame though. Spicy food ran through his fisherman's veins and he would have loved to share that with Peace. Could you build up a tolerance for spice?]
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I'll buy up all the pink stomach stuff just for it, promise.
[ Between the two trolls, they managed to make it up the stairs and into Peace's room. ]
You should stay with me and let's relax in here. Besides, I'm going to bet that us coughing in two different places sounds annoying as hell.