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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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[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.

[blindninja]

Ah. Um. If it's hot it has to go in and out fast. [Take cooking tips from a blind man. He knows what he's doing.]

Nothing will beat her cooking, at least.

[womanofvalue]

My mother's? Heavens, no. She never cooked either.

The cook did it all for us. As an adult, the automat and then a friend did.

[blindninja]

The automat?

[womanofvalue]

I think you'd call it a diner in your time. It was a place to get food, but a machine might dispose it for you.

[blindninja]

Oh. Well I'm not a machine. Which is probably the problem.

[womanofvalue]

They really only ever managed sandwiches and coffee. Sometimes pie.

I'm sure you'll perform much better.

[blindninja]

Ahaha. Don't hold your breath. At least they can tell all these bottles apart.

[womanofvalue]

I'm feverish and hallucinating.

I probably won't even taste the difference, I think you're rather safe.

[blindninja]

It's almost done. I'll be over soon. Sit tight, okay?

[womanofvalue]

I assure you, the only place I'm going is deeper under my covers. This is bloody awful, are you sure I won't infect you?

[blindninja]

You're alright. I'll keep my distance if I have to.

[womanofvalue]

In that case, I look forward to my visit from you.

...what was your name again? I think I forgot.

[blindninja]

Matthew. [He'd tell her not to bother and that it's not important but he's trying to multitask packing the food.]

[womanofvalue]

Matthew, yes.

Good, then I'll see you with some soup, and soon. Hopefully it won't take you very long. I should be able to make it to the door to let you in.