[Great, okay. He'll pick Ruddiger up off his shoulder and put him down on the bed too, so he can keep an eye on Varian, just in case. Then he heads down to the kitchen to cook up some soup. Thankfully it's extremely hard to mess up soup, so once he digs a can of chicken noodle out as well as a pot he gets that heating up on the stove. Once he's found a bowl and spoon and glass and some juice in the fridge, all that's left to do is wait.
He hops up on the counter while he does, picking through his own memories of coming back from the dead. What it had been like. What had made it worse, and what had helped. Those, along with his memories of Margaret, give him some solidified plans by the time the soup starts bubbling.
He hops off the counter and plates everything up. It isn't fancy by any means, but it should help. With soup and juice in hand he heads back upstairs to Varian's room.]
Heyyy, so I gotta run to the treehouse for some junk. I'll be back real quick, can I trust you to stay put?
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He hops up on the counter while he does, picking through his own memories of coming back from the dead. What it had been like. What had made it worse, and what had helped. Those, along with his memories of Margaret, give him some solidified plans by the time the soup starts bubbling.
He hops off the counter and plates everything up. It isn't fancy by any means, but it should help. With soup and juice in hand he heads back upstairs to Varian's room.]
Heyyy, so I gotta run to the treehouse for some junk. I'll be back real quick, can I trust you to stay put?