I admit i was a little disapoited i was not the one to give her the pre operational medicine (a shot in the butt); then i would have seen her… butt ...aked. But wel, no such luck. We talked a little bit on the way to the hospital OC,... if she was scared, if she was looking forward to all that ice cream she was going to eat the days to come… She thanked me for the help and the talk, i rolled her in the anesthetic room and told her i would pick her up real soon. And i left the OC and returned to. "And that's why I'm not aloud in a kitchen anymore," sighed Miranda, pulling out two of the chairs and sitting down warily with her back to the wall."But at least I can count on you to do some shopping, right?" inquired Bob, suddenly scurrying from behind the counter over to where a number of dried herbs hung from the ceiling. He then glanced over at Miranda, who smiled and gave a nod as he carefully cut a few pieces off several of them, "Good! Cause we'll have quite a few guests this evening,. .." So you want me to come up for a friendly boff? I'm hurt that you could think me so cheap," I mock protested, while already tossing the comb aside and reaching for some boxers."Oh Jake," she said, and I could hear some seriousness in her voice. "Please don't make be beg..."I paused for a second, to compose myself, and to jettison any of Sid's influence that might still be sticking to me like bad cologne."Moira, I'll be up in just a second. You definitely don't need to beg. I am, quite. Hank let out a yelp as the man wrapped a steaming hot damp towel around his leg, the man chuckled watching the young man slowly start to relax and let the balm and heat do its job. Surprised to feel the ache in his leg start to disappear, Hank felt the muscles of his shoulders slump forward a bit, perhaps he would get some sleep tonight after all. Many times he had been tempted to ask Nat to ease him into sleep but he was always afraid he would come to rely on her magic so instead on those.