"Well that's good," Hardison called as he puttered around in the kitchen. "Because findin' out you could get sick from ponies is not the kind of thing that Parker would wanna hear."
He dug around in the drawer until he found the thermometer--why Eliot didn't keep it in the bathroom like a normal person was beyond him-- and then grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and started cutting it into slices. Maybe Eliot would be able to accept a glass of Orange Squeeze if there were oranges floating in it? What did he want from Hardison?! He didn't have any juice!
"An' you know. You wear a coat in the house, your body temperature rises. Then you go outside an' you get real cold cause of the difference in temperatures or somethin'. Then--bam! Pneumonia!" Hardison continued, bringing out the bounty from the kitchen.
It was a real medical thing, Eliot! Honest!
"Now you take your temperature," he continued. "I'mma see if you got any cold meds or aspirin in your medicine cabinet or whatever." Probably left over from the last time Hardison had gotten sick, considering Eliot's idea of proper medical care for himself was sleeping it off and the odd manly grunt of discomfort.
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Date: 2016-01-31 03:14 am (UTC)He dug around in the drawer until he found the thermometer--why Eliot didn't keep it in the bathroom like a normal person was beyond him-- and then grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and started cutting it into slices. Maybe Eliot would be able to accept a glass of Orange Squeeze if there were oranges floating in it? What did he want from Hardison?! He didn't have any juice!
"An' you know. You wear a coat in the house, your body temperature rises. Then you go outside an' you get real cold cause of the difference in temperatures or somethin'. Then--bam! Pneumonia!" Hardison continued, bringing out the bounty from the kitchen.
It was a real medical thing, Eliot! Honest!
"Now you take your temperature," he continued. "I'mma see if you got any cold meds or aspirin in your medicine cabinet or whatever." Probably left over from the last time Hardison had gotten sick, considering Eliot's idea of proper medical care for himself was sleeping it off and the odd manly grunt of discomfort.