title: pea soup
summary: "Kuh-laire, what is this?" "It's soup, Massie. Pea soup, to be exact." claire & massie, hinted claire/massie
pairing: claire & massie, hinted claire/massie
word prompts: cough, mistake, pea, daisy, syrup
a/n: I have no idea. This is what I call writer's block.
"Kuh-laire, what is this?"
"It's soup, Massie. Pea soup, to be exact."
Massie's nose scrunched up in disgust. "Pea soup?" she groaned, "I specifically asked for chicken soup."
Claire's face reddened. "Oh, um, I guess I just heard wrong. Sorry." The other girl sighed. "You know what? Never mind. It's fine." she coughed. "Ugh, I hate this cough so much."
"If it makes you feel any better, I brought some daisies." Claire revealed the blossoms from behind her back. Massie allowed herself a small smile.
"Thanks." she continued jokingly, "and could you pass me my cough syrup? I am dying with a capital D, so be quick with it, Lyons."
The blonde snorted. She grabbed the cough syrup from the desk cabinet and handed it to Massie and said sarcastically, "Here you go, your majesty, your royal highness, the ruler of the fashi-" The brunette held her hand up as a signal to stop.
"That's enough, peasant. You're dismissed."
Claire cleared her throat. "Yeah, okay. Is there any thing else you need, though?" she inquired as she turned to leave. Massie shook her head.
Half-way out the door, Claire heard a shout. "Wait!"
She pivoted around. "Yeah?"
Massie's face broke out into a smile. "Thanks, Claire. Really."