Ita was a little on edge today. The fact that someone had hurt her friend made her practically boil with rage. Normally, she seemed very much like a sweet girl with not a mean bone in her body. But when it came to her friends, she could be as cold and unforgiving as the stormy ocean in their defense. But, she was trying to keep herself in check. Jillian hadn't really seemed to want anyone to know, and until she got all the details, she'd keep silent. But she intended to get all the details.
Earlier, she'd made a huge pot of Aunt Lissa's chicken soup - noodles, nice chunks of chicken, carrots, peas, celery, and spinach. It took all of time during her break to get it together, and she'd just been down to the kitchen to get the tupperware bowl she'd stored it in. There was enough for a dozen people, probably, and it barely fit in her mini fridge.
Hearing the knock, Ita got up so quickly, she tripped over her chair, and landed, splat, on the floor. "Ow," she mumbled, before scrambling to her feet again and getting to the door. "Hey, Jillian..." she said gently as she wrapped her friend in a careful hug. Motioning her in, she set about getting the soup into a bowl and nuking it in her microwave. "You should have orange juice with it. It's good for a cold. Or tea. I can make tea - I have an electric teapot here." Oh yes, Ita was totally the doting, nurturing, mothering one of her friends.