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"Wake up," she said for, what, the third time? "I brought your manicotti, but you have to sit up to eat it." She had no doubt at all that sitting up right after waking would be very unpleasant, but he couldn't eat it while laying down. He could slouch against the couch cushions though, and there were a couple extra throw pillows, so it wouldn't be too hard to manage.

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Claire helped him up as well, grabbing a thick pillow to shove behind him to either make him more comfortable or help him sit up, possibly both. Either way the end result was the same, that he was sitting and at last looked slightly capable of possibly feeding himself. Hopefully. "Okay, here. Claire says she hopes it's good," she added as she grabbed the plate of manicotti that was still steaming slightly. It was actually probably an acceptable temperature now - she'd taken it out of the pan right after it came out of the oven.


"Ah... Okay. Thanks." He reached to accept the plate from her, stopping himself halfway when he remembered that things were heavier than they seemed and his sleep-heavy, noodly arms would be completely ineffective in holding that hot dish of food unless he concentrated. A shift in his features showed this resolve, and he moved forward once more, this time ready to hold the plate and not spill it all over the floor and possibly Claire in the transit. He successfully completed the transfer of possession, resting the warm dish in his lap and taking the fork into his hand. Continuing to act in cautious, deliberate motions, he separated a bite from one of the pasta rolls with the side of his fork and raised it to his mouth. "...It's been ages since I had this stuff," he said, a hint of nostalgia in his tone.


She watched him closely as he took the plate, figuring that his half-asleep, concussed self would have trouble with the task, but he did much better than she'd expected. Actually she felt sort of bad for thinking he'd do poorly, but it was better to air on the side of caution. As he moved a bite to his mouth she shifted to a kneeling position on the floor and watched curiously, and also a bit anxious. "How is it?" Hopefully she didn't burn it or ruin it somehow or that it wasn't terrible or, or... no, it was probably fine. His statement, however, was also curious. "When did you have it last?"


"Mm." It was good, better than the last time he'd had it and nearly as good as the time before last. Oh, wait, he was supposed to answer out loud. Whoops. "It's good," he said, abbreviating his inner monologue. "Tell Claire she did well." He took another sleepy bite, attempting to focus more on how good the manicotti was and less on how comfortable a nap would be. Her second question drew a thoughtful hum. "Last time was, uhh... Liselle made it for me." He failed to realize that the only Liselle he had ever mentioned was the Eevee. "She kind of burned it, but it was good anyway."


Oh, good. The fact that the manicotti didn't turn out to be a disaster was quite a relief.. and she realized she probably should've gotten some for herself, and her stomach assented with this sudden idea. Crap. Oh well, she could just eat later. Either way she was quite happy that she'd made it well. "Good," she said with a nod, shifting a bit, "I'll tell her later. I'm sure she'd love to make you manicotti whenever you want." As long as she wasn't working, that is.

Liselle? That was.. oh, man, that was years ago. Had it really been that long since he'd last had manicotti? Surely not, right? Let's see, it was.. Liselle, and then.. Jessica was next, wasn't she? That b***h. That had to be it though, and each was, what, a few years? And then add in how long he'd been single up until now... Wow. Years. Crap.. "Sorry she burned it," even though she had no need to apologize for his ex-girlfriend's cooking abilities, "but I'm glad it was still good. How long ago was that?" Maybe he couldn't remember how long ago it really had been, maybe he thought that had only been a year or two ago, or maybe he thought he was still in Galactic, or, or... Or maybe he was fine. Why did she get nervous and jump to conclusions?


"Nn... She doesn't need to do that. It's a lot of work. 'S why I never make it myself. That and I suck at cooking." Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a good place of the stuff, though. Oh could he enjoy it. And he was enjoying it!

The question gave him pause, his brow furrowed in thought and the fork hovering halfway between its source and its destination. "Um... The... other day? Wait, what's today?"


"It's not that much work, I don't think," she said with a shake of her head. Well, it sort of was, but that wouldn't keep her from making it if he asked for it again. Oh.. oh s**t. What day? Crap. "It's Monday, Lucas," she informed him, trying to figure out what exactly to say. Hopefully he didn't mean what she thought he meant...

Oh dear, that expression didn't bode well at all, and neither did the question she had no idea how to respond to. Maybe just the truth? Maybe. That might be a good idea. Maybe. "No, I don't," she said at length, biting her bottom lip lightly. He'd told her about his ex - or Luke had, at any rate - but she had never met the girl.

"I work in surveillance, Lucas," she informed him as she knitted her brows together, looking at Merry for some sort of help, though completely uncertain what the Chimecho could do. "Espionage. Where did Liselle work?"

s**t, he did think what she thought he was thinking. Or.. Arceus, whatever. He thought he was still in Galactic, or at least something like that, since he remembered her. Or Claire, and things that happened afterward. When would he get over this effing concussion? "Um, Lucas, you're not in Galactic anymore.."

Crap, well that just made it worse. Her lips parted so she could speak, but no words came out - she was at a loss of what to say, so she looked at Merry for help, clearly floundering with a lack of words. After a moment or two she sighed and got up only to plop down on the couch beside him. "I'm sorry, Lucas.." Arceus, what was she supposed to say now?

His reaction reassured her somewhat, but she still felt bad. Oh well. "It's okay," she said, then faltered slightly and frowned, "and you're welcome." She wasn't sure which either, but at least he was eating, so that was good..

"Here," she said gently as she reached over to take the plate from him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You should go to your room and sleep, but you can stay here and watch Rambo if you want for a while longer." She really wished he'd sleep, but she felt bad that he was bored in his room, so..