"Cooking isn't hard, you know. I'll teach you. And while we're at it, I'll show you a few recipes I know that are a little more...well, restorative. If he can't keep much down, maybe these will help. I'll add something to boost his appetite, too."

Calliope let out a long sigh. She stared out the window at Hudson, feeling a knot in her chest.

He knew his own fate now. He knew he could go at any time.

What could he possibly be thinking right now?

Maybe, she thought, he wasn't afraid of dying. But she was sure he wasn't ready to leave Lance behind, or everything else he cared about.

"Okay." Lance wiped away his tears, his voice trembling. "Callie, are you sure there's nothing else we can do?"

"At this point, I really don't have any better options." Calliope lifted her head. "I've reached out to everyone I know. No one has a solution. So our best bet is just to make sure he's comfortable, keep him as happy as we can."

"Mood really matters, you know. If he's in good spirits, that can help him hang on longer. And Lance, you have to look after yourself, too. The way you feel, he feels it, too."

"I know." Lance nodded.

Calliope brought Lance into the kitchen. She didn't cook herself, just guided him step

up quickly, maybe because he was putting his whole heart into

but

Lance! You've got a real knack for this. Shame you never tried cooking before. You could've

food was ready, the three of them sat down to

seemed to really enjoy the meal. He ate more than either of

scooped a piece of roast chicken onto Hudson's plate

a smile tugging at his lips. "Funny. That's exactly what I used

what do you think. Can you tell

"No kidding?"

do, but

an enthusiastic round of applause. And he ate

of them sat out in the yard, soaking up the sun and

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