Hailey wasn't sure where the need to cook for people came from. When she was in a cynical mood she typically blamed it on essentially being raised by the family housekeeper when her daddy was in Washington. But she suspected that it might be something deeper. Something about her desire to make things better. The world. Her friends' lives. She supposed that it didn't really matter which one though it was always easier to volunteer to paint houses or donate money to a good cause than it was to try to help friends stop hurting.
Part of her wanted to find Seb and shove something painful up an orifice but she knew that wouldn't do any good in the long run. Hard lessons learned from living with the simmering anger against her mother for so long. So instead she concentrated on making Honey feel better. Or at the very least a little less like death warmed over.
She heard her roommate muttering to herself and took it to mean that Honey was awake for good now. She took a few minutes to brew a cup of lemon ginger tea and gather up a few other things before knocking on her door with her elbow. Opening the door was going to be a fun experience, she knew.