Who ? Finn and Braylen Where ? Kitchen When ? Friday afternoon What ? Making tea, pestering, and being pestered.
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Nearly every year, during the winter, Finn found that he was bound to get sick. It didn't matter how well he took care of himself or if he let himself go, eventually a cold or the flu would catch up with him. He knew how to take care of it, get lots of sleep and drink lots of fluids, because his wife had taught him so. She used to completely cater to him when he was ill. She'd move the television into their room and cook for him and still kissed him even if he might still be contagious. He remembered, and it didn't matter if he remembered everything he couldn't possible forget things like this, that she used to make tea for him, a special blend she came up with herself with lots and lots of honey to make it sweet and easy to go down.
He'd long since used up the remaining blend of herbs she had left him but had done his best to duplicate the recipe. Over time he'd gotten fairly good at it, nearly perfect although the missing secret something that would make the tea exactly as he remembered continually eluded him. That was alright, he'd long since gotten used to the fact that nothing would ever be as good as it had been when Eden was alive.
When he'd made the tea for himself that afternoon, he'd realized with dismay that the honey in his bear had solidified into a solid mass of sugar. Instead of putting it through the microwave, since he doubted it would still taste good, Finn took his mug down to the kitchen, shuffling along in his slippers and pajamas, to add the last finishing touch before his home remedy was ready to eat.