"Done and done." He retreated then to the kitchen, the clapping of cupboards opening and closing as he searched for where she kept her dishes. Once he found them, it wasn't long before he returned with two steaming bowls of soup with crackers crumbled atop them.
"Here we are." He set the bowls down on the coffee table, one beside her mug of tea, the other closer to the chair upon which he returned to sit. "We'll flush that flu out of you with tea and chicken broth yet. Then where's the next adventure, hm? Montana and now the world... just a matter of which part."