Disclaimer: Nope, don't own House.

Author's Note: I am SO sorry for taking forever to update this. I really like the story, but it has become real hard to write it lately. Please forgive me.

The pair stepped inside the restaurant and took the nearest seat available. House could tell that something was still bothering Cameron. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Penny? Is that all I am worth to you?" Cameron teased.

House reached down into his pocket and pulled out some change. "Lets see. I have a quarter, two dimes, five nickels, and ten pennies. That equals out to about eighty cents, so I will make you a deal. I will give you ALL this change if you tell me what has been bugging you."

Cameron reached out her arm and opened her hand. "Give me the money first," she raised her eyebrow. "I don't trust you to give it to be after."

House reached across the table and let the change fall from his hands to hers. "Spill."

Cameron shoved the eighty cents into her pocket and pursed her lips. "The night at the party Nate told me that he…" but Cameron was cut off.

"Hello, my name is Cindy and I will be your waitress today. What can I start you two off with?"

House glared at Cindy for interrupting Cameron.

"I will have," Cameron stared at the menu. "Oh, the scrambled eggs, bacon, wheat bread, and Orange Juice please."

"And for you sir?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, what she is having except make the scrambled eggs over easy, change the bacon into sausage, and white bread not wheat. Oh, and coffee but I also want the Orange Juice."

Cameron watched Cindy write the orders down and walk off. "How is that anything like mine?"

"What?" House made a face. "I got the orange juice." House watched Cameron fidget for a while. "So you were saying before Cindy Lou Who interrupted…"

"Cindy Lou Who. Does that make you the Grinch?"

"Quit trying to change the subject and no, that does not make me the Grinch, unless you want me to be." House leered.

"I don't 'dig' green, hairy men. But as I was saying before, Nate told me that he had found out a while ago that he…"

"Scrambled eggs." Cindy held out a plate and placed it in front of Cameron. She sat the rest of the food down and walked back to the kitchen.

"Okay, so Nate told you that…" House looked up from his plate at Cameron.

"Hot!" She squealed and reached for her napkin to dispose of the food. Cameron quickly grabbed the nearest beverage and began to down it, only to find that she had grabbed House's coffee. "Hotter!" She squealed again. House handed grabbed the orange juice and pulled out some ice cubes.

"Open." Cameron opened her mouth and let House place the ice cubes inside. "Better?" He asked.

Cameron nodded her head in approval. She let the ice cubes dissolve and pushed away her food. "I thrank I burwnt my mouwth and troat." Cameron mumbled.

"You think you burnt your mouth and throat?" House tried to decode her sentence. Again, she shook her head yes. House stood up and went to pay for the meal. He pulled his chair beside hers and began to exam the damage. "I think we should make a quick stop at the hospital, just to be sure. Until then, don't talk." He pulled her chair out and helped her up and out to the car.

"So, now that you can't speak, I think I should at least get my eighty cents back." House held out his hand.

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House sat outside the waiting room and impatiently waited for the emergency room doctor to finish up his exam on Cameron.

"House, what are you doing here?" Wilson asked.

"I just can't get enough of this place. This hospital just floats my boat."

"Okay, with that being said. What are you really doing here?" Wilson asked again.

"Cameron burnt her mouth on eggs and then downed hot coffee to relieve the burn, accidentally anyways. So I brought her to get checked out."

"Oh, is she going to be okay?" Wilson asked.

"Yeah, she should be. Dr. Ritter is in with her now. So Jimbo, what are you doing here on a Saturday?"

"I, uh, I am seeing a patient that was admitted today."

"What is so special about this one that you dragged yourself down here on a Saturday morning?"

Wilson shook his head as if he couldn't say.

"Come on Jimmy, I have eighty cents with your name on it." House pulled out the change from his pocket. House could tell that Wilson was debating whether or not to tell him.

Wilson put out his hand and gathered the change from House, "The patient is Nate, Camerons' friend."