Jake tipped his chin toward the plate.

"Eat that for me, and stay here with gram if I wind up getting up to chunder."

Jade wandered back over and rubbed his back some more.

"I could just get you a bucket," she offered, and Jake shook his head, making a face.

"And expose Dirk to me horking in the kitchen over a bucket? I think not." He made a face, scrunching his eyes closed. "Please stop talking about it." Jade chuckled, wandering back to the fridge. She opened the top part, where the freezer was, and pulled out a pair of small cold compresses, which she returned to Jake with.

"Compress," she warned, and set one on the back of his neck.