Jason was crouching over the toilet in the Argo II. He was clutching his stomach, hurling into the previously white porcelain bowl.

Jason groaned in pain. Why did the gods hate him?

There was a knock on the door. "Hey buddy," Frank said.

"Sorry if you're not feeling good." He continued.

Jason only moaned and puked some more.

Frank winced. He had been there before, due to his lactose intolerance, and he knew how bad it was.

"Frank… why didn't you tell me the peach preserves had cinnamon?" Jason complained.

Frank shrugged. "I didn't know that this would happen. Sorry, Jason."

Jason gagged and chucked more into the john.

Frank averted his eyes. It was really gross. Brownies and peach preserves did not look good together after being digested.

"I brought you this. You know, to make you feel better." Frank tossed Jason a brown bag.

"Sorry," Frank said sincerely, and he walked back to his room.

Jason reached over to the bag. He grabbed it and and removed the contents. Inside the bag was Ultra Strength Pepto-Bismol and Heavy Duty Tums. Inside the bag was a note.

I didn't know which one you wanted, it read.

Jason took the medicine and headed back to his room.

A few hours later, Frank heard a knock on his door. When he went to open it, no one was there. But he did feel a small breeze.

But at the doorstep, was a small gift with a note on it.

Thanks for the help :), the post-it note said.

Frank opened the gift. He walked back into his room holding a freshly-ironed centurion cape.