Korsica walks into her apartment, bags of groceries in hand. Setting them on the counter, she gets all the vegetables she bought out and rinses them. Then, as she fetches the cutting board, she digs through the cabinets for the recipe cards Da gave her before she left ages ago. Looking through them for the one she wants, she finds herself reminiscing. She hasn’t made any of these dishes in quite a while. Just…hasn’t had the time.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she grabs the card for Scotch broth.
Once she’s read it, she dices up the veggies. Gathering up the bits of onion and garlic, she puts them in a pot to cook for a bit. While she waits, she checks her email.
Her inbox is fairly empty, all things considered. Just a few updates on construction, some packages, and a few other things. No pressing issues, thankfully. There haven’t been many for a while now since they got the new nodes sorted and running. Still, it’s hard for her to not worry about it.
She responds to most of her emails before checking on the veggies. Finding them to have softened up, Korsica adds in the grains, peas, herbs, and lamb. She salts it all before pouring the broth she got in.
She checks the recipe. Seems she has more waiting to do.
Sending a text to Peppermint, she sits down at the counter. Then, she gets her laptop out. Might as well get something done—after all, a watched pot never boils.
She gets a bit of the new cybersecurity system done by the time it does. After adjusting the heat, covering the top, and setting a 2 hour timer, she gets back to work.
Just as she sits back down, her phone goes off. Picking it up, Korsica perks up when she sees that Peppermint responded to her.
How are you feeling?
Meh
Hru?
I’m alright.
I planned on coming over later
Is that ok?
Yea
Be nice to see u
A smile spreads across her face.
We saw each other just the other
day…but it’ll be nice to see you, too
When Peppermint doesn’t respond after a few minutes, Korsica sets her phone aside. Turning her attention to her work, she gets back to, well, working on it.
The timer goes off, startling her. It doesn’t feel like it’s been 2 hours. Regardless of how she feels, though, she needs to put the rest of the veggies in. So, that’s what she does. Then, she sets the timer again; this time for just an hour.
Sitting down at the counter again, she cracks her knuckles. Korsica winces a bit. Stretching her arms out, she squeezes her stabilizers. She sighs. Alright. Back to it.
Once the timer goes off, she carefully gets the meat out from the pot. Grabbing two forks, she starts tearing at it. As she does, she rips the bones out, setting them aside. When she figures it's shredded enough, she tosses it back in.
She stirs the soup a bit. Sprinkling more salt in, she tastes it.
Korsica feels like she's back home, in the kitchen with her da, helping with supper. A wobbly smile spreads across her face.
After turning the stove off, she fetches a thermos. She scoops soup into it until it's mostly full. Screwing the lid on tight, she gets her keys and heads out.
Upon arriving at the hideout, Korsica knocks on the door. She adjusts her grip on the thermos as she hears footsteps from the other side.
It opens to reveal…Chai. She probably shouldn't be surprised. Of course Peppermint isn't up and about right now. She must be in bed.
"Hey. She’s in her room," he states as he steps aside to let her in.
"Hi—and, uh, thanks."
“Sure?” He glances down at the thermos. “Better get that to her before it catches a cold, too.”
Korsica quirks a brow and sighs fondly. “Right.”
Stepping into Peppermint's room, she finds her, as she guessed, in bed. She’s sitting up, doing something on her phone. A tissue box is next to her. The trashcan near her bed is overflowing. 808 is cuddled up under her arm. Her ears twitch as Korsica walks in. Blinking slowly at her, she meows, causing Peppermint to shift her attention down to her, then follow her gaze over to Korsica.
She offers a small smile. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Korsica replies, smiling back.
She sits down on the edge of the bed and holds the thermos out. “I made you some soup. I hope you like it.”
Her eyes widen, brows raising. Setting her phone aside, she gingerly takes the thermos, staring at it for a moment.
“Wow. Thanks. You—you didn’t have to.”
“I know. I wanted to.”
A faint blush spreads across Peppermint’s face.
She opens the thermos up, grabbing the foldable spoon stored in the lid. Unfolding it, she stirs the soup around, pulling the thermos closer to her face to blow on it.
Korsica watches her intently as she takes the first bite.
Her eyes light up. With a pleased sounding hum, she takes another. Korsica grins.
“Good?”
“Mhm!” She swallows. “Real good.”
“I’m glad.”
“What kind is this?”
“Oh, it’s Scotch broth. My family’s recipe.”
“...Did you make more?”
“I made a whole pot of it. I’ll bring some more over tomorrow, if you want.”
“Yes, please!”
She chuckles. Leaning forward, she presses a kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you, love.”