#/* thought: in one of our earlier threads they discussed using the laser for medical purposes... */

[not-that-dillinger]

Ed gave Eve a small smile, tired but happy and appreciating the affection. Eve nibbling on his fingers was... unexpected, and a mildly strange sensation, so similar to what Clacks and her sisters did, but Eve's beak was much sharper, and Ed was distantly aware that he would be missing fingers by now if it were any other Owl.

"Alright, just... make sure you have what you need, too, okay?" he murmured.

Ed glanced back at the kitchen clock, keeping time for the tea, then turned to Jet. Considering how exhausted he was, and what he knew the pattern looked like... Ed wasn't going to be doing much for a few days, and that unfortunately included grocery shopping.

...On the other hand... the thought of asking anyone to navigate his dietary restrictions was daunting on a good day, even if he trusted Jet.

Today was decidedly not a good day.

And that wasn't to mention the fact that Beck was still new to this side of the screen...

"I..."

He needed groceries, especially with Tron and Yori staying over.

Going anywhere after what happened that day was daunting, even disregarding the fact that he did not have the spoons to go shopping.

Too much.

"I don't... I don't know," he stuttered out quietly. "Maybe in a little bit?"

Ed blinked up at Jet's blurry face as he approached, then cautiously reached for a his glasses once Sam was off of him managing to locate them by touch alone without accidentally hitting the plate.

He stared between Jet and the plate, struggling to process why anyone would make him... anything, if he was honest. Cooking--working with his hands to calm down--Ed could understand. Taking anger out on the vegetables, too. He could understand teaching Beck, too, but the thought of someone--even his brothers--cooking for him?

He gave Jet a small, awkward smile. "Thank you?" he all but whispered, his throat dry and voice raspy. Anything louder would probably still be too much.