soundoftheseas | DIAMARI CATCHALL

"No. No. No." Already Dia can envision the charred remains of her kitchen in Mari's wake, and the smell that will undoubtedly cling to the walls until the end of time, even if they refurbish it seven times over. The headache blooming between her temples has little to do with the cold, she feels.

"No stew. No cooking. You are not to approach the kitchen--" a cough-- "under any circumstances, is that clear?"

"Diaaa, that's not fair! How am I supposed to bring you food if I can't go in the kitchen! I'm not going to let you just starve, especially not when you're sick in bed! I promise, my stew will clear you right up! You've tasted it before, you know it has special healing properties! The magic of Italian home cooking is absolutely not to be trifled with!"

Seriously, she knows Mari can cook, and Dia's in absolutely no position to make something for herself. What's the worst thing that can happen?

"Even if you don't want me to cook, at least let me make you something! A sandwich, at least! Or something with a little bit of a kick, to clear you right up!"

Dia puts a shushing finger to Mari's lips. "No kicks. I appreciate your willingness to help, Mari-san, but if I eat your cooking now, I will die."

Mari's cooking is not unlike Russian roulette: with her cooking method of choice consisting of dumping as many overpriced ingredients as physically possible into a single pot, there's no knowing whether the end product will be edible. At times, it can even come out exquisite. At others, it could potentially kill a full-grown bear. Dia's not taking her chances.

"If you really want to do something for me, you can clear this up, and..." She stares into Mari's heartbroken face, all puppy dog eyes and trembling lower lip, and sighs. "You can go to the kitchen... and make tea. Only tea, understand? It's in the second-left cupboard."

"Dia, I think you're totally overreacting! It's more like you'll be reborn, like a phoenix rising from your stuffy, runny, achey ashes! You'll feel like a brand new person, you won't even know you're sick! I even brought my secret ingredient, it'll work like a charm!"

Lord only knows what that is, but it may be smart that Dia doesn't want to risk her cooking. It doesn't mean Mari isn't hurt; not offended, of course, but, it's just as Dia says. She wants to do everything she can to help! Dia so rarely shows weakness, this is an opportunity to prove herself!

Still, tea is better than nothing, for now. Sooner or later, Mari knows, Dia is going to end up getting hungry, and when that happens, she'll be able to convince Dia to let her make something; it's just a matter of choosing her battles. This is enough for the moment, and she seems satisfied, enough to perk up and cling to her just a bit more as she brings Dia to the bed. Let's make sure to lay her down gently...

"Just tea. Got it! I'll make you the most incredible, most delicious tea ever! I brought my own, so you don't have to worry about that, but, I'll make sure it's perfect!"

Let's make sure she's good and tucked in under the covers, too, just for good measure, almost like she's swaddled up in a cocoon...

"I'll bring you a nice cold towel too, okay? It'll bring the fever down!"

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