Part of her wondered if he'd heard the part about the rooftops, but she couldn't help but smile. "Well this was back before the chair," she said with a far off smile and a wink. "But Dick was eating my dust every single time. Speed over everything else. Being light really does have its advantages sometimes. I think with the rim's my chair might go faster..." she paused before laughing, "or is that flames that make things go faster." She was worried about him. After this crazy week, she didn't know if she should broach the subject, but at the very least she needed to try... maybe not now though.
She moved a cup and wheeled herself in next to him at the table. Yes, everything was ready. She'd made spaghetti and meatballs - relatively simple, but she used a trick her mother had taught her before she'd gone off to college. It added a little zing to the taste. She'd gotten somewhat used to him falling over his words, but it was cute. And sometimes it showed - depending on the context - if something was really wrong.
"Well hopefully it tastes as good as it looks," she started to serve the contents of the bowl. "If you want I can teach you how to make it," she smirked. "We can't have you up there starving, now can we?" She kept it light, for now at least. She wanted to make sure he was okay after all of this. She smiled at him. "I promise, its easier than it looks."