R-right! Madam. [ Though his greeting may have been more informal, at least he hasn't turned her name into some sort of (terrible) nickname, so, small miracles. ]
Oh, you know... [ He gives the bike's handlebar a gentle pat. ] Fighting biological warfare with mankind's best weapon: chicken noodle soup!
[ Or, at least, mankind's best comfort food. He's not so naive to think that alone will make anyone better, unlike what she might be doing. ]
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Oh, you know... [ He gives the bike's handlebar a gentle pat. ] Fighting biological warfare with mankind's best weapon: chicken noodle soup!
[ Or, at least, mankind's best comfort food. He's not so naive to think that alone will make anyone better, unlike what she might be doing. ]
How about you?