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[womanofvalue]

Jarvis, if you're reading this, some of that chicken noodle soup would be divine.

Or Howard. Send Ana, send anyone, so long as you send soup.

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[womanofvalue]

Clearly not well enough. I think I'm summoning people who aren't here.

I'm at my home, though perhaps I should have stayed at the hospital.

[blindninja]

I could bring you some food, but would you like to go to the hospital instead?

[womanofvalue]

Bloody nora, no. I've come from the hospital, I can't bear it there any longer.

Don't make me go back there.

[blindninja]

Seems like there's something going around. Might be more contagious in a hospital.

What can your Ubereats driver get you?

[womanofvalue]

My what?

I think I must be sicker than I thought. You're speaking nonsense.

[blindninja]

It was a joke. [Nice one, Matt.]

I meant to ask what you'd like. Just soup?

[womanofvalue]

I don't think I could take anything else.

I'm not sure what's funny about the joke.

[blindninja]

It's a food delivery service back home. Don't worry about it.

Not allergic to anything, are you?

[womanofvalue]

I'm from 1947. My delivery system was named Mr. Jarvis.

Not that I know of. Hopefully we won't find out today if that's changed.

[blindninja]

Oh. Right.

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1947?

[womanofvalue]

Yes, that's when I'm from. I know I'm a bit 'vintage', I think they call it.

[blindninja]

Do you have any company? Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? [Naturally he's thinking she's in her 70s.]

[womanofvalue]

Stella is in and out, but I don't want her to get sick.

I was at the hospital, I don't want to be there any longer. Too many people.

[blindninja]

Where are you staying, if you don't mind me asking? I can bring you some soup. [And he'll stay for a while, make sure she's alright. And probably get surprised when she doesn't sound as old as he expects her to be.]

[womanofvalue]

I'm in a house with myself and Stella Gibson. I couldn't remember the number even if I were healthy, I'm sorry.

Check the main inn for the directory, perhaps?

[blindninja]

Oh please don't trouble yourself. I'll find you.

[womanofvalue]

Good, because I'm not entirely sure I can get up at this point.

My door is unlocked, but sound off a warning when you enter?

[blindninja]

[It'll take him some time, but he'll get there eventually. Confidence starts with one house visit at a time. Or something.] Of course. Get some rest.

[womanofvalue]

If I shout at you and call you other names, just remind me it's my...what did you call it again? Something German sounding, I think.

[blindninja]

Ubereats? It's not German. Uber is a problematic American company, probably with headquarters in Silicon Valley. That's uh, San Francisco. [Okay Matt. Stop dorking and start cooking.]

[womanofvalue]

Well, in that case, none of it applies to here, and you can name your food delivery anything you want.

I'll just call it very timely and convenient, not to mention appreciated.

[blindninja]

[So, he's not a very good chef and trying to do the simplest things blind is taking him four times longer than what he's used to, which is frustrating though he refuses to give up. He hasn't bled all over her soup yet, but it'll be another twenty minutes at minimum to make sure the chicken's properly cooked through.] I'm Matthew. Just so you know who to avoid if this turns out a disaster.

[womanofvalue]

My name's Peggy. I don't think I really have much in the way of taste, so anything will do.

[blindninja]

[That's about the kind of name he expects from the 1940s, too.] I haven't cooked for anyone in a long time. You know, Ubereats and all.

[womanofvalue]

I burn everything I even attempt to make, not even on purpose.

My mother is probably horrified every time I try and fail. She had such high hopes for me.