"S'ppose I could do that. I guess I'm afraid it just won't work." Jesse shook his head and put the scarf aside. "Let's leave this to when yer feelin better, darlin. This ain't the kind of stuff to talk about when sick. You should be thinkin about what movie you wanna watch and how much you hate snot."
Jesse handed her the cup of broth, wondering if it was too cold now.
"You want more tea? Maybe some NyQuil? I bet you ain't never had NyQuil. That's an experience every person should have."
It tasted like shit and got you high as a kite, Jesse particularly enjoyed the strange dreams.