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Claire said, "Just let me get your soup, okay?" She knew that Spencer felt awful. She hated that. Claire went back to the kitchen, to put her girlfriend's soup in a bowl for her, with some crackers. Their place wasn't big, but it was home. Claire hadn't exactly always counted her parents as family, but she did now, and sometimes it did suck that they lived across town.
Walking back into the bedroom, she put the legs of the tray down on the bed so Spencer could reach the soup. Claire put the ginger ale on the tray, too, so Spencer wouldn't have to reach further for it. "You need something in your stomach, if you throw up now it's gonna be all mucus." She said, making a face.
"Dad just wants to see us. Plus, I think Daddy's talked him into trying to talk us into adopting, so he wants to start the campaign, like we won't know that's what he's doing." Claire said, rolling her blue eyes.