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[It's been a few days since Asch and Luke were split, and someone's finally recovered enough to wake up. There's a lot on his mind, but the first and foremost issue he takes care of, upon finding his journal by the nightstand, is:]

...I need something to eat.

[After which he starts flipping through the journal to see what he's missed, since he'll be damned if he's going to fall out of bed and crawl to the kitchen for it.]

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I'd like to.

I don't have a favourite. [LIES, he likes chicken. But he's not going to encourage this silly idea in the slightest.]

Really? [Hmmm... Most men do like meat. Maybe she could spend some time and cook something like that. BUT WHAT KIND.]

Just not fish, I won't eat it. ...Or carrots. [Okay so he's actually kind of picky, but who's counting.]

No fish or carrots. [She makes a note of that... Let's get some more hints.] Is there any kind of meat you prefer?

....No.

[He's not going to make this easy, Stella. :|]

Beef? Pork? Chicken?

[Come on Asch, she's can't read your mind. :|]

Chicken's fine.

[He just needs a bit of convincing, is all.]

Chicken it is.

Do you want anything else? Fruit? A drink?

There's water here, don't worry about it.

All right. If you'll wait for a few minutes, I'll be right over.

...Right.

[Cute. :|

It'll take a little while, but soon, she knocks and lets herself in.]

Asch?

[He's just cheeky. :|

He's dozing when she arrives, but at her voice, he opens his eyes and looks over.] ...Mm.

[She's holding a covered plate, but as she sets it on his nightstand, he should smell the delicious aroma of baked chicken. She's also got a glass of water that she sets by that.]

How are you feeling?

[Man, is he ever spoiled today.] I'm alright. I just needed to rest, there's nothing wrong with me.

[Stella's sure he'll get other offers, so it isn't a big piece of chicken. She doesn't want him to get fat, after all.]

That's good to hear. [She'll find a chair to pull up so that she can sit by the bedside. She's a bit curious as to how he's like this now, but she won't ask unless she's sure it's a safe subject.] Well then, eat up.

[If she ever gets an explanation, it'll be about as deadpan and scientific as it can get.

He's grateful for the smaller portion, though; Guy will have fed him by now, chances are, so he's not starving. But Stella makes good food too, so he'll eat up right away.]

[And since she doesn't want to just stare at him while he eats, and she's pretty sure he doesn't too, so she'll find something else to do. Looking down at her hands and thinking about stuff is a good thing.]

[He pauses about halfway through- still hungry, but uncertain, like he ought to be talking to her but isn't sure of what to say. He's always been terrible at this.]

[She happened to catch that pause, and she looks up from her meal to give a small smile.]

Do you like it?

[He shifts slightly on the bed, pushing the chicken around on the plate with his fork.] ...It's good. You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

It really wasn't any trouble at all. [Honestly, she just really likes doing things for people. Even if it's as small as cooking a light meal.]

[He mumbles something vaguely agreeable and keeps eating, intent on finishing as soon as possible. Man, Stella, you are too good with quiet guys. :|b]

[Well, she is married to one. :|b Once he's finished, she takes the plate away.]

You know, for a moment... I thought I was hearing things.

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