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[lalaith_]

::is nursing a cold::

::goes out to buy some ice cream anyway and think about recent events::

::wishesherbrotherwasaorund:: ;_;

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[caranthire]

*wishesyourbrotherwasaroundtoo*

Hey you.

[lalaith_]

::firmly plants a handkerchief over her nose, doesn't want to pass on the germs::

Hey, Caranthire. Long time no see. Imissedyou.

[caranthire]

You've got one of 'em icky human plagues, don't you. Yerrgh.

Right. More tissues, couch here, I'll get a duvet and bring you MUCH tea! That's supposed to be good for you lot, right?

*is still pretty clueless about strange mortal unnatural ailments*

[lalaith_]

::speaks in a horribly nasal voice::

I doooo. And maybe I'm going to die I finished my last can of germs-b-gone and this is thirty five shades of awful.

::sinks into the couch and nods, smiling at your concern::

Yes, ma'am! You're pretty much on the right track. :)

[caranthire]

Right. I'll find you more of that gunk and shout at someone to cook you something... Er... soup. That's good in these situations, right?

[lalaith_]

Very very good. Chicken soup I must add.

::thinks::

...and baked potatoes, creme brulee and some pie with ice cream too.

::sage nod::

>:D

[caranthire]

Riiiight...

Is this one of those 'eat to feel better' things? Meh. Whatever. I'm not fucking cooking. That's what I've got hired help for. >:D

*goes off to hassle the cook then returns with some tea*

[lalaith_]

Hooray for help. :D

::is going to eat like there's no tomorrow::

::hopes you don't ask much questions:: >.>

Two sugars for the tea, please.

[caranthire]

*adds the sugar and sits down on a chair nearby*

So... how do you humans get these things anyway? I mean I know coughing at each other does it... and throwing rotten animal meat over walls into fortifications helps too to make people get THE PLAGUUEEE!!! and so forth.

[lalaith_]

::sips her tea and nods::

I think we are just made that way, you know? Our biological make-up is more fragile than that of the elves so we are easily susceptible to the seasonal changes and the various viral and bacterial infections and diseases.

And anyway, since the mighty Eru has said that death is our gift, he'd do any fucking thing to make sure we get the gift.

::sulk::

[caranthire]

Right. Marry an elf. Seriously. Okay, so Turin still gets the occasional cold, but you'll only die if you get skewered.

[lalaith_]

::giggles in the palm of her hand and ends up sneezing, making the tiniest most hilarious sound ever::

Let's see...marry an elf? Any particularly fine bachelors in your sight? ;) And I hope nobody skewers my Turin...I'll rip out their intestines and drink their blood as they die watching.

[caranthire]

*chuckles*

You'll have to get in queue for that. ;)

As for single men... eh. Fucked if I know. I haven't been paying much attention.

[lalaith_]

Because you're married to the most wonderful man of them ALL. Seriously? I think Turin and you make the best couple around. :)

And I think I'll leave the marriage bit to happen laaaate in the future.

[caranthire]

Aww! Now you've gone and made me feel all warm and fuzzy and decidedly un-Feanorian.

Don't do it again! ;P

But yeah. That's a sensible plan. Enjoy being young and irresponsible.

[lalaith_]

::salutes with a wad of crumpled tissue paper balled up in her hand::

Yus ma'am!

And I really love being young, free and irresponsible. I do.