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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy and Hannibal spent a fair amount of time working on Sunshine yesterday, and she is currently resting in one of the beds.

She could probably do with some gentle company.

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[sunbaked_baker]

"I can do my best," she says. Simply from how difficult it was to get out of the infirmary bed, Rae can guess how this is going to go.

And she's right.

Slowly and somewhat awkwardly.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal watches her very intensely.

"Well enough to hobble to your room to be waited on by your own personal waitrat," he declares. "But not much more."

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae doesn't do well, being waited on.

"Whichever waitrat takes on that Herculean task will deserve a medal," she murmurs, putting a steadying hand on the counter to spare her injured ankle.

"...How long do sprained ankles usually take to heal?"

[cook_the_rude]

"You should keep the weight off for a week, and might be well again after three," Hannibal says.

[sunbaked_baker]

Yeah, she caught that 'might'. She winces.

"Well, some of my visitors brought me books, so hopefully the time will pass quickly."

Anything to keep her from just... sitting, and thinking.

[cook_the_rude]

"Books," Dr. Lecter says, "movies, music, and maybe more visitors that entertain you. I for one would feel honoured to cook for you occasionally."

[sunbaked_baker]

"That's a very kind offer, thank you. I'd like that," Rae smiles slightly. "If I catch you in the kitchen, I may just... you know, hover and watch."

Vicarious cookery, because she'd bet her shoulder isn't going to tolerate things like mixing and kneading and lifting heavy baking trays.

[cook_the_rude]

"You will be very welcome to do so," Dr. Lecter says. "Quite a number of people I know finds that entertaining."

[sunbaked_baker]

"If I'm not going to be able to bake, I'm going to try and get whatever vicarious cookery vibes I can," she says, wry. "The last time I went even two days without baking something or cooking something for others... was years ago."

And only because she spent that weekend chained to a wall.

[cook_the_rude]

"You can make the batter, and instruct me me to do everything else," Dr. Lecter suggests.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Maybe," she smiles at the offer, but it's short-lived. "I don't know if it'd be the same."

No, it wouldn't be. Possibly, it would be worse, because it's the hands-on nature of baking that she craves. Knowing her hands can still make something good in the world.

[cook_the_rude]

"No problem," Dr. Lecter says. "You can watch me cook as much as you like, meat-free, if you promise to eat some of everything."

[sunbaked_baker]

"I wouldn't let all that effort go to waste," Rae assures him with a slight smile. Especially since vegetarian fare isn't exactly his specialty.

[cook_the_rude]

"Good," Hannibal says. "May I suggest that you get back to bed, and after your supper, we move you upstairs?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Sounds like a plan, Dr. Lecter. Supper, then I shall hobble my way to freedom," she smiles, wry. "Or semi-freedom."

Trading one bed for another, really, but having her wards between her and any potentially unwelcome visitors will be a good feeling. Though everyone has been very kind and supportive - some of which is evidenced by the stack of books and various groups of flowers by her bedside, there has still been a certain restless kind of boredom to being stuck in a hospital bed all day, especially once her head started to clear.

[cook_the_rude]

"We have a deal, dear Rae," Dr. Lecter says, smiling at her in what seems like friendly triumph.