Owner	Pose
Gwendolyn	After her encounter in the kitchen with Pixie, Kaida, and things that will heretofore be referred to as Goblins, some cleaning needed to be done and, once /that/ was done, a tired-looking Gwendolyn makes her way downstairs to the medical lab with a tray of food for Shannon. "Hey there, dinner's on." she calls as she backs into the room with her tray, holding it aloft, a small wilted flower in a pencil-thin carrier clipped to the side. "You up for a visitor? All done with homework? Anything need to go upstairs tomorrow?"
Shannon	With her bed tilted up and a small rolling table of the sort common to hospitals everywhere pulled over her lap, Shannon's got what looks like an advanced biology textbook out, a notebook, and is chewing on the end of her pencil. Her wings are still in splints, but her color seems to be better, at least. It had been a quiet day, good for napping, and catching up on homework.      When that cheery voice calls out, the winged one looks up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Gwen! You didn't... oh lordy you didn't go to any major trouble, did you? Here, let me get this stuff out of the way..." Her book is closed with a little -thwump-, her classwork set aside, and the little table cleared off. Her bruises are gone, and there is no sign of the cuts from healing the crew of the hijacked ship. "Whatever that is, it smells divine!"
Gwendolyn	The tray is placed down on the table and, with a flourish, is uncovered. "You mentioned you needed protein and calcium to heal so I kind of went with one of my standby good stuff meals." On the tray sit two plates. On each sits a blackened chicken breast - not burnt, but blackened - a nice batch of green vegetables like broccoli and asparagus, and some beans. Something that took a little time but obviously took some doing. "And it wasn't any trouble at all. Gave me an excuse to make a plate for myself, too. No reason for you to eat alone."      The plates are taken and one is placed where Shannon can reach it easily, along with a knife and fork and napkin, and she takes a seat on the chair next to the bed, the plate in her lap. "Home cookin'." Gwen says with a grin. "And no jell-o."
Shannon	Shannon grins and lifts her fork in salute. "Bon appetit." The chicken is tasted, and apparently approved of, with the look of a young woman who's died and gone to heaven. "With this, I can retire from the kitchen." Her tone is light and teasing, her eyes twinkling with mischief that says there's two chances of that happening--none. The veggies bring a little hum of approval as well, and for several minutes, there is only the sound of two friends eating in companiable silence.      Eventually, though, silence must come to an end. "This was really kind of you. Thank you. You picked the perfect things, these will help a lot--and they taste fantastic!" Just for fun, she picks up one of the broccoli spears with her fingers and twirls it around, chuckling. "Ever pretend these were little miniature trees on your plate when you were a kid?"
Gwendolyn	"All the time." Gwendolyn replies, taking her visor off in the dim light of the hospital room, wincing a little at the light but growing used to it rather quickly. It's like building up an immunity - getting used to the stimulation a little bit at a time so she can go longer and longer periods without her visor. Hooking it over the arm of the chair so she knows where it is, she looks over, eyes bright in the darkness of the room. "And no retiring from the kitchen. You do that macaroni that I can't ever fix. Heck, if we could get you fresh macaroni it's be something that could end the world, being so good."      Gwendolyn smiles and taps her asparagus against Shannon's flourished broccoli floret. "Younger me was dumb, though. I only developed a taste for this a few years ago. So many wasted meals."
Shannon	"Or maybe one of your sauces on some fresh ravioli from me. Those aren't very hard to make, even with the pasta from scratch. We could make it a four-cheese ravioli so that folks from different backgrounds could enjoy it, not mixing meat and cheese." Oh yes, when these two girls got cooking, many a waistline was doomed! It was like electric dynamite in the kitchen. Perhaps not the greatest analogy, given the situation, but hey, dear reader, you get the idea!      Shannon picks up one of her asparagus spears and taps it against Gwen's, giggling. "En garde!" It was wonderful to just simply chill out with a friend once in a while. "So what's been going on upstairs today? It's been the Q-word down here."
Gwendolyn	Gwendolyn has learned exactly what the q-word is and why it's being avoided because that's just taunting fate, and no-one wants to do that. "Honestly, not a lot. There was some craziness in the kitchen earlier. Megan was cooking cookies and these three...things came out and attacked me, her, and Kaida. You've met her, right? Mouse girl about yay tall?" Gwendolyn uses her hands to indicate about six inches, give or take erring on the big side because, if she were a mouse, she'd want to be considered a big one.      "It's why I wasn't down here earlier." She admits. "I had to help Megan clean up, put some calories in Kaida, and get Megan cooking since her batter was upended while the goblin-things were swarming us. I mean...I need to tell someone about this. it's just too crazy to be a coincidence."
Shannon	Shannon's just taking a bite of the asparagus spear and stops, mid-bite. Her eyebrows loft as she finishes her bite and sets the rest down on the plate. "I'd definitely let at least Sam know, possibly Warren or Kitty. With any luck, maybe the creatures will show up on security footage, and some of the teachers can have a look." The description of Kaida gets a smile, and she nods. "Ah, Reepicheep. Yeah, I met her a week or so ago. She's a real sweetheart, but definitely not to be underestimated. Remind you of anyone?" She nudges Gwendolyn lightly, chuckling.
Gwendolyn	Tell Sam or Kitty. Yeah. Gwendolyn nods her head in agreement. "Will do, totally. I don't know how crazy it can get around here, but the last thing we need is little....monsters coming in and trying to cause issues in the school." She thinks for a second, chewing on her asparagus, seasoned with salt and pepper and sauteed in butter. "They were fast and nearly invisible. It wouldn't surprise me if they didn't show up." She lifts her arm to show a small bruise. "They were heavier than they looked, and bounced off the walls like they were made of rubber."
Shannon	There's a little sigh from Shannon as she sees that bruise. "You have no idea how tempting it is to try and heal that right now." However, she makes no move to try that very thing, knowing too well the folly such an attempt would be. She listens to the description of the creatures and frowns a little bit. "Kind of makes me wonder what those are, and how they got in past security. Yeah, definitely go to Sam or Warren. I'd say Logan, too, if he was here at the moment."
Gwendolyn	Invisible definitely had something to do with it. Gwendolyn lowers her arm and kicks back in the chair, spending time with you in the quiet of the hospital room. "All goes well you'll be back in your room tomorrow sometime? I bet you'd kill for a shower." She pulls up her shirt to reveal a couple of small keyhole scars on her right side. "When I had my appendix out, the first thing I did when I got home was take a shower and run the hot water tank out. The guy watchin' me wanted to say somethin' but his wife kept him quiet."
Shannon	Shannon grins a bit and nods slightly, at least not looking as if she's in pain when she does. "Ohhh yeah. Don't get me wrong, sponge baths and 'dry' shampoo help, but I want a nice, long, hot shower when I get out of here, first thing." The two girls enjoy the rest of their meal together, with talk of school, cooking, music, and other things. What was intended as a notebook for homework becomes an impromptu cookbook, with much talk of future cookery abounding. Beware, waistlines!