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Jade looked at their hands and smiled a bit, looking between them. She frowned a little at Jake, but got up to fetch them some pie.

"Jake, before you go back upstairs I have something for you," she offered, and Jake raised an eyebrow.

"...considering you were just talking about Dirk and I's state of affairs I'm apprehensive," he joked, and Jade snickered.

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Jake and Jade both made similar expressions when they laughed at that, and Jade presented both boys with slices of pie and tiny forks. Jake made the slightest of faces at his pie. No amount of residual nausea would make him pass up his grandmother's pumpkin pie. Nope.

"Dig in," Jade suggested, taking a fork to her own slice.

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Jake just took tiny bites slowly, smiling at Dirk's reaction to it. Jade perked and chewed on her fork for a minute.

"You like it?" She glanced at Jake and they exchanged a nonverbal conversation through expressions.

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Jade snorted.

"He would use that," she agreed. Jake just nodded, shrugging one shoulder. He held his fork up at Dirk.

"I told you her pie was phenomenal."

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Jake was still simpering over his, and Jade just snickered when Dirk finished his quickly.

"You want another slice?"

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He wasn't really all that miserable, just sort of gross-feeling in the vicinity of his main digestive organ. He smiled around his tiny forkful of pie anyway. Jade put her hands behind her back, clasped, and looked a bit sheepish.

"You can't take some, because I kind of was so confident that you'd enjoy the pie-- mostly because Jake helped convince me --that I made a second one for you to take home?"

Jake cracked up around his mouthful of pie.

"Gram you're shameless."

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"I was raised to be giving and chivalrous," he preened, sitting up a little straighter and taking another careful bite of his pie. He paused with it in his mouth and made a face, but kept right on chewing, slowly. He would really like to stop feeling ill with an end result of his grandmother's stew staying in his stomach, thanks.

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Jade wandered over and mirrored Dirk's action, rubbing gentle little circles into Jake's back. He whined, softly.

"I can make you some ginger tea," she offered lightly. "You went and got yourself all in a tizz again, didn't you." She slid her hand up and massaged at the back of his neck, and he set his fork down, giving Dirk a sort of withering apologetic gaze with a grunt of acknowledgement toward his grandmother. She tsked lightly.

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Jade made a face when she processed motion sick, chuckled, and scritched at the base of Jake's hairline.

"I'll put on some ginger tea," she explained lightly. "But you know you'd probably be better off just letting yourself be sick." She could read that Jake's stomach wasn't just from 'motion sickness', if it was at all-- he'd worried himself sick again. He did it a lot, really. She didn't voice it, but her statement rang of scolding him for letting his nerves get the better of him and he pushed his plate of pie toward Dirk, leaning forward onto the table.

"I know, but I ate a lot and it's such a waste of food." Also throwing up as much as he'd eaten would be terrible. He whined some more, and Jade just tutted again.

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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.

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Jake caught the look on Dirk's face and chuckled quietly.

"Well I mean unless you want to come watch me worship the toilet in technicolor," he offered, shaking his head against the table. He pawed around under it to find Dirk's other hand.

Jade slid her hands downward and lifted up the back of Jake's shirt, giving the same compress warning before setting the other patch on him and slowly moving it up and down his spine. She tutted a little.

"You're sweating, Jake," she assessed softly. He just groaned a little.

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"Not hardly," Jade answered, scritching idly at the back of Jake's neck again after she removed the compress from there and set it on the table. "He's got a pretty tetchy stomach. His father's," she shrugged, and Jake grunted softly. He always felt rather silly telling people he had any weaknesses.

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"It's nerves, not food," Jake muttered from the table. "I can eat most anything but if I get worked up or upset for any reason nothing likes to stay put."

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