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Sure she could use help...but she wasn''t going to admit that nor ask for it. Jelena was perfectly capable...and perfectly in pain as she went about her normal routine. The shower was quite the worthy opponent to her, as were the towels. Not to mention getting herself dressed after everything. Yup, she had taken for granted the wonderful ability to being able to use both your arms.

Though she eventually won. But she skipped blow drying her hair as she usually did...hell she could barely brush it. So it would just have to air dry for all she cared. Eventually that bathroom door opened...and she didn''t look too bad. Clothes a little wrinkled, hair a little wet. But she was composed and that''s what mattered.

Of course she wandered over to where James was, making food. "Smells good."

A look at her own outfit. "Don't patronize the injured." Though she shook her head with a slight laugh. "Fishing for kisses via something written on an apron? How Earth." Then a tap on her chin with her finger. "Or I could merely trade with Metamorphosis to have you as my very own."

And she went about inspecting what he had brought back. "And here I was thinking that we weren't supposed to make sure one another has good living conditions until we moved in together." Rifling through things. "Oh good, run down the hall food."

"If sex doesn't come before the first date, neither does the moving in." Though she turned to the plate and got herself a fork, indeed having at it as he aforementioned. It was a little frustrating not being able to stand with her plate in hand or eat with her non dominate hand. But she could deal. One thing to be said, James was a damn good cook. Better than her. Not that she couldn't cook...she was quite good at it. She just never had the time anymore.

"Very good actually James. You trying to fatten me up with nice cooked meals?" Well of course she had to poke at him idly as she ate. "And hey, if I can nuke it in a microwave or just grab it, I pretty much fall in love with it. How sweet of you, keeping my habits in mind as well as my caffeine abuse."

"Oh, snazzy." she laughed lightly again and leaned her weight on her hip against the counter. "Used to be James? Do tell your secret for breaking the vicious cycle that is the obsessive on the go person."

Jelena smiled at him lightly at his kiss...as her mind threw itself into thinking mode. He could do that so easily, couldn't he? Lean down and peck on the cheek. She...well was a good two feet plus shorter. Interesting relationship indeed. "Oh...I needed pain killers a good hour ago. I'm just good at masking things and the hot water helped a little."

Over many years of pain management, one learns exactly how to do thier meds in to get the most effect and yet not overdose on them. She set aside her fork, taking to opening bottles and pill cases. Then she went about sorting groups of pills out in two, alteranating the combinations she was making.

Of course that wonderful generic vicoden for later tonight so she could put herself out of pain and asleep all in one easy step. But other than that she had her system going. And she took two of those pills, popping them in her mouth and swallowing. Didn't even use anything to wash them down...meh, she was used to it by now.

But now back to James. "Unlike your world, I'm sure mine would indeed come down around my ears as you suggest. And watch your sugar intake there...or you will be the one getting fat."

She actually coughed, choking slightly on her food as she found herself grabbed by laughed. Not the cutest moment for Jelena Trevale, but hey, not everything was cute. Composure back. "You can get as fat and lazy as you want, but that doesn't mean I'll be fetching you those bearclaws and snack pies. Or your beverages."

Another laugh. "I mean, I have to turn into a useless nagging housewife after all." Truly amusing really. Though her laughter died into a gentle smile at him. "You all would keep it spinning...well then the next step is keeping it from spinning out of control."

"Fine I will trade you your desserts for dinner when we get hitched. And then we will bother each other till we can't stand each other anymore, I yell at you, you make me cry, and then we can have fabulous make up sex later that evening. Grand isn't it?" She laughed, finishing off what was on her plate. Usually she didn't eat that fast but what could she say, she enjoyed his cooking.

"Nope. Have to go through the yelling and crying or else it's not make up sex. You can't fake make up sex James." She gave a rather sagely nod and watched with slight amusement as he went about cleaning things. "Well well, you're quite the Mr. Domestic...of course I shouldn't get excited, it's probably the military in you."

Then she got a rather blank look. Then looked like she was thinking...then back to that blank look. "Oh my God...I have no idea..." Which was remarkable for her really, seeing as she was usually always thinking of something or other. "I guess the term 'day off' doesn't compute in my brain. Suggestions?"