"That's good. Wouldn't want you to be cranky or anything," she replied, unable to help the tiny grin that was seen.

If there were ever to be a more a wrong idea, the notion of her being cared for like this was not something she was completely comfortable with. The last time she had had been, and for lack there of a better term, babied was after her twenty-year-imprisonment. But then again the strangest anomalies and ideas did shape the universe.

The cup warm in her hands, the plate balancing carefully on her lap once she had shifted yet again, there was a pause as Romana drank deeply. A sweet berry, but with that slight tangy after taste - one of her favorites.