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Day 1 – Part 7
"Mimi! I told you get soup and crackers! What is all of this?"
"Well, that bag there has soup and crackers—"
"And what about these other five bags?"
"Well, that one there has a cake, pudding, and other sweets—chocolate can make anybody feel better. It's like a miracle worker! And that bag there has really good sushi with a pound of Sashimi—Mmm! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water! And that bag there—"
"But Mimi! TK can't have any of this stuff."
The mentioned blond tried to ignore the high-pitched voices, but they were grating on his eardrums and demanding to be heard.
"Why not? Whenever I'm feeling down, good food is always the thing I need to cheer me up! Of course, I always have to diet afterward, but it's all worth it in the end."
"You've been hanging around Joe more, right? Didn't he teach you anything about healthcare?"
"I haven't been spending that much time with Joe! And… well… he taught me about using a warm rag instead of a cold one to help draw the fever out of the body; he taught me the importance of always making sure that the body is not attracting more infection by being dirty or in an unclean environment; he taught—"
"But what about food, Mimi? Did he ever tell you anything about any of that?"
"Sure he did! He told me about how the body needs to be continually hydrated when sick, which brings me to the next bag. I have milk and some chocolate syrup for chocolate milk and a few sodas that Patamon helped me pick out that we thought he would like—"
"Yeah, I helped out!"
And as the voices continued on, TK's body unwillingly slipped back into the waking world, dragged there by the conversation going on not but a few meters away from him.
"You two… What juices, Mimi? Did you get any types of juices?"
"Juices… umm… yes! I got this vegetable juice. It's supposed to be really healthy! Mixed with twelve kinds of vegetables, including carrots, celery, lettuce…"
TK's stomach rolled just thinking about it and he grimaced. Sitting up slowly, he looked over the back of the couch toward the kitchen, but he could see nobody. Then he heard a sound that sounded exactly like somebody gagging.
"Ergh… Mimi… Somehow, I don't think that is going to make TK feel any better. Here, I'll go get TK some juices to drink. You two watch over him till I get back, okay? If he gets hungry, only serve him the soup and crackers, and if thirsty… water or the last of the apple juice. The rest of this stuff… well, just put it away, I'm sure he'll eat it when he gets better. I'll be back."
He saw a flash of red before she was gone without even noticing that he was awake. He heard a sigh from the kitchen and listened as Mimi said, "Well, Patamon, I guess we ought to put all of this stuff up. Do you know where everything goes?"
"Basically," he heard his partner say, "but we'll probably have to search around a bit."
Not liking the sound of that one bit, TK shakily stood and, on weak legs, made his way to the kitchen. When he entered, he saw Patamon flying cans of soup up into the overhead cabinets and lining them up into nice little rows. Mimi was at the fridge, putting up milk, ice cream, and other stuff that he knew he would not be able to eat for a while.
He coughed twice and both occupants looked up at him. Mimi stood up straight, barely missing hitting her head by a centimeter.
"TK!" she shrieked, rushing over to him. "What are you doing up? You should be sleeping!"
Then she grabbed him by the arm and forced him into the one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "I heard you in here and so I—"
"—came to make sure that I was not destroying your kitchen?" she asked, smiling.
TK went pink. "No, I—"
"Don't worry, TK. I'd worry about me messing with my stuff too."
He blinked at her.
"But, if there's one thing I know, it's the workings of a kitchen." She gave a small wink making TK chuckle slightly. "So, you hungry?"
His stomach rumbled slightly and he grimaced. He was hungry, but he knew he would not be able to keep much down. Seeing his face, Mimi smiled sympathetically. "How about I make you something small?"
"Like…?"
"You'll see!"
She was way too chipper, TK decided, as he watched her bounce around in the kitchen. She began to cut something up with a knife, but with her back to him, she was successfully blocking whatever it was. Feeling a little uneasy, he added, "Mimi… I don't think I'll be able to eat anything really big—"
"Don't worry," she said in a singsong voice, and he could just imagine her beaming.
A moment later, she rejoined him at the table with a tray. The tray was completely covered with crackers and on the crackers was cut up tomatoes and cream cheese. He stared down at the food, not knowing how it was going to taste and unsure if he wanted to try it. Mimi beat him to the punch, however, when she picked up one and ate it whole.
"Mmm!" she hummed, happily. "Simple but delicious! My mother used to give me this when I was sick as a child. She used to tell me that tomatoes help to settle the stomach. Well, go on, eat up! It always worked for me, so I'm sure it'll work for you, too!"
Hesitating a moment, he picked up one of the crackers and stared at it hard. He did not want to hurt Mimi's feelings by refusing the food, but the recipe seemed a little odd to him. Taking a deep breath, he took a testing bite off of the crackers. He chewed slowly, enjoying the taste. He swallowed tentatively. He waited for his stomach to reject the food. It didn't.
"Wow, Mimi, this is good."
She grinned. "I knew you'd like it!"
He smiled back.
