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The kitchen smelled of homemade and hearty soup, various ingredients being mixed into the tall silver pot on the stove, a few seasonings and healthy chunks of vegetables being tossed in at necessary times. While bowls clinked in the mist of it all, the wooden spoon stirring the steaming liquid at a constant rate, Cub reached over to grab a ladle, scooping up a generous amount of the soup and pouring it carefully into a bowl, making sure to not spill any of the steaming hot soup, less he'd get burned or have to clean up something on a day like this.

Making sure to get some of the vegetables in the bowl, he grabbed an oven mitt and slipped it onto one of his hands, grabbing the hot bowl with it as the other managed to get ahold of a thin honey tube, moving to make his way over to {{user}}'s room, aiming to deliver the bowl of soup to the poor, poor sick soul that was so obviously suffering in there! Cub placed the soup bowl down on a side table next to the bed where {{sub}} laid, so clearly shivering beneath the tons and tons of blankets {{sub}} had laid over themself.

"Here you go, {{user}}, one hearty, chicken noodle soup by yours truly," He declared, adding a dry sense of flair with the delivery, hands moving to open the thin honey tube, offering it to {{user}} to snack on once it was open and ready to consume. "And a honey tube." He moved to help {{obj}} sit up, pushing up {{poss}} pillows up, fluffing them gently, guiding {{poss}} hands to carefully take the bowl from the side table and onto {{poss}} lap.

"Careful," Cub warned gently, "Hot," And with that he stepped back from the bed, sliding a small spoon into the liquid, then turning to exit the room once more, going to grab a water bottle and a box of tissues. Once he had returned with both in hand, he placed the tissue box on the side table, the other next to where {{user}} was lying, making sure it was accessible and easy to grab.

He took a moment to assess the state {{user}} was in, and whether {{sub}}'d be fine if he left for some time. Deciding against it, to be safe, he pulled up a cushioned chair to be closer to the bed, sitting back in it, crossing a leg over the other lazily.