Sofia: /runs toward her, grabs her, hugs her, fills with butter cookies
Thank you Auntie Sofia!

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Sofia: /runs toward her, grabs her, hugs her, fills with butter cookies
Thank you Auntie Sofia!
M!A /turns you into a little girl/
Sofia: What the... /saves from pancakes
<3 thank you Sofia! *hugs all over the place*
*kind of covered in syrup*
*can ghosts get covered in syrup?*
That's true! And you know it! /puts both hands on his cheeks and kisses his forehead/ Poor poor little baby, Sofia will go and make you some hot milk with honey, do you want it? And some soft biscuits too~!
*smiles* I'm fine, Sofia, the soup was really good! If I eat too much my stomach will hurt...
ah... Sofia... you would know if anyone came into this house, right?
If they had a head as thick as your redhead friend, my broom would be useless. /pats head
*laughs and starts coughing, covering his mouth and coughing harder, his face turning red* Aww, Sofia... *he smiles a little when he's finally through his coughing fit*
Good good! /smiles and gives him a spoonful of warm onion soup./ Now you'll eat this and then you'll go to bed, and tomorrow you'll be healthy like a happy child! /kisses forehead
Do I have to wear the wet socks to bed, too? *takes the spoon and smiles, eating the soup happily* Thank you, Sofia!
You have a cold, this is why you are sick. /pats head/ Now be a good boy and open your mouth.
I don't understand... *sighs and isn't sure why it's called a cold when he's too warm and how he could have one when being cold isn't something you have, it's something you are.*
*he nodded anyways and opened his mouth obediently*
They are warm wet socks! For your cold~! Now come here, I'll make an onion soup for you! /forces him to sit on the bed
*squeaks and sits down on the bed, his toes wiggling in the wet socks that still felt so odd against his feet*
For my cold? But I'm not cold, I'm sick. Actually, I don't really feel cold, I feel hot...