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The biggest downside to Jaina's current travel schedule wasn't the time differential. It was that she was going from December in Maryland to May in England back to December in Maryland back to June in England, and it was really kriffing difficult to pack accordingly for that.

Which was probably a factor in how she'd just been feeling a little rundown the first day or two she was at John's and just chalked it up to time lag. By the time the sore throat and stuffy-headed feeling came around, though, she had to accept that she was sick. Not that she wanted to admit it, though, even as she curled up on the sofa not wanting to move and reminding herself that she was a badass who did not need a healing trace for a cold, no matter how annoying it was.


[Yes, another post. Happy holidays, Tracy! :D For the boy!]

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Lucky for Jaina, John was not stupid and could tell she wasn't feeling quite herself. To fix this, he went with an age-old tradition and brought her a mug of hot soup. He'd made it all by himself according to the can, yes.

"Here," he said, holding it out and ignoring that there had been no request on her part.

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"What's this for?" she asked, mostly curious whether he'd accuse her of being sick. Which she wasn't!

Except for how she totally was and she even sounded it.

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"Ran out of popcorn," John covered, standing up straight and glancing at the TV. "And today's marathon day." It was as good an excuse as any to keep her indoors and resting without coming out and saying it.

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The fact that that was his answer was definitely one of the reasons she loved him. She wouldn't even put up a fight about staying in because of it. "Thanks," she said, relaxing. "What are we marathonning?"

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"The Ring of Doom," he answered, futzing with some DVDs and setting things up. "It may require the creation of a fort."

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Jaina raised her eyebrows. "Movies require forts now?"

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"Hey, these aren't just any movies," he warned. "Do you know anything about building forts?"

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"I think that depends what kind of fort you're talking about," she said, though she suspected she knew. "I've been involved in the creation of a bunker, but I have a feeling that's not what you mean."

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"No, more like fashioning blankets and pillows into a the perfect cocoon for movie-watching," he explained.

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"I don't," she said, not actually sure how that would work when she thought of forts as being closed up. "Guess that means you have to teach me."

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"I learned from the best," John told her, dragging a chair closer to the sofa and setting the cushions on end. "You gotta have the right angle and then the blankets drape over top."

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Jaina put her soup down on the table, knowing she might have to move it for this, and stood to help. "You definitely sound like you know what you're doing better than I do." It was sort of impressive.

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Well, he'd done it before, so yes. John grabbed a blanket from the back of the chair and offered it to her. "It sometimes works out that way, I guess."

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"Whether you deny it or not, this is what I'm going to think you do all the time when I'm not around," she decided, taking the blanket and finding the ends so she could do this right the first time.

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"Then there's no point denying it, right?" He snagged one of the ends and pulled it over the back of the sofa. "Put your end over the standing cushion there," he instructed.

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Doing as instructed, she tilted her head and said, "Okay, now I can better see where this is going."

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He pulled the blanket taut and secured it on his end. "Now you can shove some pillows under there and get cozy on the sofa in a virtual tent of blankets. Pretty sweet digs."

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Making sure her end wasn't going to be the one to collapse immediately (she was a fort newbie, not incompetent), she studied their work. "You should have said we could use your pillows from the beginning. We would have been done minutes ago," she pointed out.

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"You have an unhealthy relationship with those pillows," he replied, eyebrow lifting in judgment.

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"You pick better stuff than I do," she said, heading towards the bedroom to collect them. "I can't help that."

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"You just don't pick stuff," he called after her, peering inside to make sure their work was going to hold up.

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Returning with the pillows, she frowned, asking, "How don't you just pick stuff?"

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"No, what I'm saying is you don't pick stuff, you steal mine."

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"Borrow," she corrected as she put the pillows inside the fort. "I borrow. You get it back."

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"Don't you have a holiday coming up? Maybe I should gift you sets of your own," he said. "But for now you get to stay in there. And drink your soup."