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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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Nope.

Jake tensed where he sat and squeezed Dirk's hand briefly, losing pretty much all of the color to his face and letting go of Dirk's hand. Jade stepped to the side of his chair and he scooted it backward, impressively calm as he stood and walked out of the kitchen.

Jade turned a quirked eyebrow at Dirk.

"Effective," she offered. "Did you know that was going to upset him enough to make him go get it over with, or was that just dumb luck?"

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She laughed quietly, circling around Jake's chair and settling herself in it.

"He won't be upset with you for it," she admonished. "He'd have been miserable and nauseous for the rest of the night and probably not slept well or at all if he'd left it as is." She waved a hand dismissively. "He's had a nervous stomach since he was a baby, it happens. Did he wake up ruffled?" She knew full well he was upset about something involving Dirk-- the fact that he hadn't even given an answer before he left to be sick told her that in neon blinking letters. But he'd looked tired, too, so there was a high chance he'd dozed off and woken up frazzled, which was an easy excuse for his nervous episode.