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Toki was given a clean bill of health after his own head had een bandaged. Pickle's arm was now fully casted and he was advised to stay away from drumsticks for at least three weeks. Skwisgaar had been infused with blood from some blood donor or other and was slightly better now, albeit a bit woozy. He went off to lie down.
Nathan and Murderface went about their usual activities- drinking and lounging around.
Toki went to look for his sister. He wanted to know how she liked the place and if she liekd the bedroom he had told a roadie to pack up for her.
He went off in the direction of her new bedroom and asked a passing roadie if she was fine with it.
"She said she wasn't feeling well, my lord. She appeared to like it, though," he replied.
She wasn't feeling well? Was she sick? This was bad! What if she was too sick to be around?
He headed off towards the kitchen instead and found Jean Pierre, their deformed and hideous chef, hovering over a large pot full of something that smelled like chowder.
"Hey, Jean Pierre, does we gots any soup? Freya isn't feelings too well," he asked.
Pierre didn't jump; his nerves had been severed too badly from his run in with the Hatredcopters blades.
"I shall make some right away, master Wartooth. Does she prefer chicken or vegetable?" he asked, spit running down his chin.
Toki honestly didn't know. He knew he'd prefer chicken noodle, cause vegetables sucked.
"Chicken," he replied.
Pierre hobbled over to the shelf near the stove and pulled down a can of the soup. Toki waited impatiently for Pierre to heat it up. He didn't often cook canned food, but he kept it on hand in case the power went out or the band wanted something different.
Pierre handed Toki a black tray with a bowl of heated chicken noodle soup on it, with a grilled cheese sandwhich, which he knew Toki liked. He was in the mood for a pickle herring sandwhich, actually, but he would wait until the others were fed too.
He thanked Pierre and left the kitchen, heading back towards the bedrooms, and he stopped outside Freya's new bedroom. There was a single bark from Odin and Toki gently nudged open the door with his toe, the tray balanced in one hand.
She was sitting up in the bed, dressed in the same clothes she had on before, reading a book. She certainly looked paler than before. She looked up as he came in and smiled.
"Hey Toki. Feeling any better?" she asked.
Toki carried the soup to the bedside table and sat on thr edge of her bed. The blankets were black and red.
"A roadie said you wasn't feeling too goods, so I brought you some soups!" he said brightly.
She went pink.
"I gots chicken, though, cause I didn't know if you liked Veggies," he said, handing her the tray. She held it on her lap and stirred it with the spoon.
"I guess it's just the climate change. It's making me sick. It'll probably go away once my body gets used to Michigan," she said, and she sipped some of the broth.
"Good," she said. "Thanks."
Toki watched her for a moment as she ate the noodles and chicken bits. She smiled.
"I hate vegetables. Thanks for going with chicken," she said finally, and she smiled. Toki nodded and smiled back.
"Wants ta play some arcade games whens you gets better?" he asked.
She slurped another noodle, swallowed it and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Sure, Toki," she replied.
Toki ruffled her wild, blood red waves playfully and got up to leave. Freya slurped her soup a bit more and on a whim, called him back just as he was about to walk out the door.
"Toki?"
He stopped, one hand on the doorway and looked back at her.
"I'm glad I have you for a brother."
There was never a brighter smile in the world.
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Exciting stuff ahead!!! Sorry, Jo, but there might be a nasty surprise for you ahead...(big huggles) Don't kill me!