"I am making chicken pieces. I'm going to put it over a salad for the grownups. And I have some sweet potato fries for the kids. They like them, and they're a bit healthier, if fries can be considered healthy. You could plate up the salads for the adults, set the table, get some drinks, and then add that platter of brownies. They should like them because they're swirled with homemade caramel and pieces of chocolate."
Marcus was still on duty upstairs. He was reading--not deeply, but reading nonetheless. It was quiet in the room, and the only sound was either him or Khaat running pages, his book and her magazine. He frequently interrupted his book to double check on her. Now he looked at her and saw something wasn't right. She seemed to be losing color in her face, and starting to sweat.
He looked at his watch and then sighed. "You're impossible," he sighed. "Will you ever be done with this?"
"Huh?" she asked, looking up.
"You're 30 minutes past your pain potion, and your pain is already out of control. Seriously, you could have said something."
"I didn't notice," she said, only partly telling him the truth. She had noticed but was trying to force herself to learn to cope. He got up and poured the potion for her.
"Bloody liar," he sighed, handing it to her. "You do realize if you don't stay ahead of it, no healer on the planet will be able to cut it for you, no matter how good they are, right?"
"Don't lecture, Marcus," she glared.
"You really are a cheeky woman when you don't feel well. Drink it," he said frankly. She scowled at him but obeyed him anyway.