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Leo puffed a strand of hair out of his face before he swiped it away. After turning off the stove top, he peeked into the pot he had been cooking in. He had spent the last hour making homemade chicken soup. Well, at least to the best of his ability. There might have been a few ingredients that Roderich’s kitchen lacked. But Leo made due with what was available.
“…Smells good. Probably done by now,” he mumbled to himself before he gave the chunky bits a few final stirs. Then he picked up a ladle, and tried to be careful with putting the soup into a bowl. But with his short arms, some splashes ended up on the counter. Before he stepped off his step stool, he dusted off his apron, and placed the bowl, silverware, some crackers, and a mug of tea on a tray. Once he picked it up, it admittedly was a bit heavy for him, but Leo did his best to carry it to Roderich’s room.
His slippered feet quietly made it down through a hallway, and into Roderich’s room. It was a little nerve-wracking to see some of the tea and soup drip onto the tray, but the tray never dropped from his hands.
“It’s…..chicken soup, crackers, and…..some green tea. Are you…..hungry?”
Even if some things had dripped onto the tray and maybe the soup wasn’t going to be the best tasting in the world, Roderich was still entirely grateful for Leo’s attempts. It brought a small, proud smile to his face. It was times like these that he thought that maybe he was doing something right this time.
Sitting up more in bed, albeit a bit slowly, Roderich nodded and accepted the tray. “Yes, I’m quite hungry in fact. Thank you. I’m sure this will help me feel much better.” He hadn’t eaten for most of the day, on account of his illness, so it was nice to have a meal made for him. “Did you make this all on your own? If so, you did a wonderful job. I have to admit, I’d have worried about you cooking on your own, but clearly you managed well enough without me.” Pausing, Roderich took a sip of the tea, the warm drink helping to sooth his throat. So far, so good, as there was nothing wrong with the tea, as far as he could tell.
