if there's any other way, i'll do anything for you
The thing to do when one has a mopey god on one's couch is to make toast and tea. Because Liz has vague memories of this being a comfort thing when she was very small and fluish.
Also she doesn't cook much else. Your choices are toast or pasta. Toast? Toast.
Wheat toast, in fact, with uh...jam. And other things that go on toast, on a little tray brought to wherever in the Sherman-Townshend house there is a Hermes. Liz settles down nearby with her mug, which true to form hides almost her entire head. Hair-ruffling, commence!
Also she doesn't cook much else. Your choices are toast or pasta. Toast? Toast.
Wheat toast, in fact, with uh...jam. And other things that go on toast, on a little tray brought to wherever in the Sherman-Townshend house there is a Hermes. Liz settles down nearby with her mug, which true to form hides almost her entire head. Hair-ruffling, commence!