( nene remembers, vaguely, her own dad doing something similar once, patting her head and tucking her back in once everything was good and done. she remembers hot milk with honey and cinnamon, and warmth. ... the last one is a bit harder to achieve in a room where the ceiling is glass, of course, but given how loaded she is in blankets, the curtains helping block off cold air and the many stuffed animals, it's probably fine actually.
the soup is delicious and nene doesn't even consider where the broth's watery base was made from until lucifer says something, and nene makes a face instinctively at the question- a clear contrast from the easy bliss of Good Soup. no, no she has not had water today. )
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the soup is delicious and nene doesn't even consider where the broth's watery base was made from until lucifer says something, and nene makes a face instinctively at the question- a clear contrast from the easy bliss of Good Soup. no, no she has not had water today. )