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You were going to cook for me?

[ Sure, it's just soup, but it was thoughtful of Dream. Hob steps behind the kitchen counter and opens a drawer to get a hand operated can opener. It's hooked onto the edge of the can to operate it. ]

No? [ A soft frown. Hob feels like they should have heard something by now.] You don't think she was sent back to her world, do you?

For some definition of cooking, perhaps.

[ he watches as Hob pulls out the tool, but also watching Hob to gauge his condition. ]

I am not certain, but I understand that there would be some indication of her leaving, would there not?

I could always teach you a couple of things. I'm no expert, but basic stuff. Women love a man who can cook... which probably says a lot about my past relationships.

[ Hob is only joking a bit. In general, he's been pretty lucky with partners. The can is cranked, which puts a little strain on him, but hardly enough to bother him much. ]

Maybe there would be? It's just so strange...

Would you take the pot out of that cabinet and put it on the stove?

[ Bending over for that would actually be more difficult than opening the can. ]

[ he watches Hob crank the can opener, but he doesn't offer to take it over when Hob strains since he's not requesting help. he does move to retrieve the requested pot though. ]

Several places have been searched with no results. The only recourse is to await her return, if she will.

But why disappear? It makes no sense.

[ If she was injured or something, Hob knows she would call Dream for help. People don't usually disappear here unless they go home. A frown and a sigh. ]

I'm.. sure she'll return soon.

[ He tries to give Dream an encouraging smile as he turns to pour the soup into the pot and put the stove on. ]

You cannot be certain ... but the effort is appreciated nonetheless.

[ even though he was the one to try fixing some food for him, he doesn't fight Hob taking over. ]

[ No, Hob cannot be certain, but he's trying to be optimistic for Dream's sake. ]

Do you want some of this?

[ Hob can't help doing things on his own, but Dream's attempt is still deeply appreciated. And now that Dream has seen Hob do it, maybe Dream will bring him his next soupy meal. ]

No, thank you.

[ there's a slight pause as Dream watches him stir the heating soup. ]

... How are you feeling, Hob?

[ There's a pause at the question. How does he answer that? Feeling is.. many things. Not only does his aching body trouble him. ]

Alright, I suppose. Still hurts to move about, but it's getting better. That doctor who stopped in did a fine job.

Perhaps you should sit and continue resting?

[ A little smile and a nod. ]

Yeah, maybe you're right. Would you stir this for me?

[ Hob takes a step back to allow Dream to take over in the kitchen. He steps around the counter to sit, instead. He probably doesn't need to rest right now, but Dream offered, and Hob thought it might be cute to watch Dream stir the pot.

... What? He's never seen him do that before. ]

[ Dream steps up to the stove when Hob steps away. stirring is easy, right? nothing can go wrong with this. ]

What did the healer say when they saw you?

[ Once Hob sits at the counter, he realizes how much his body appreciates the rest. He'll need to be careful about pushing himself too hard before he realizes he's done it. Few men can say they know what it's like to be immortal, but he wonders what it must like to be as invulnerable as Dream. More and more, this place reminds him of his own limitations. ]

He said the stitches aren't half bad. [ Dream did well with those. ] And he gave me some medicine to help me heal faster.

[ as invulnerable and stoic as Dream seems most of the time, Hob will notice how a subtle tension in his poise relaxes at Hob's words. ]

That is good to know. I had been ... concerned that the steps taken were not sufficient.

[ Hob is glad he can ease his friend's worries a little. ]

No, you did great. I couldn't have done it better, myself. Other than that, he said, no strenuous activities. Lots of liquid. Plenty of rest. You know, the usual.

[ Without the ability to receive a blood transfusion, it will take more time for Hob to get fully back on his feet, but he's doing well. ]

Is there anything that I can accomplish to aid in your recovery?

[ he says, still standing at the stove and stirring soup. ]

[ The soup is probably done by now, but Hob lets him stir it a little longer. ]

Well, the soup does help, but you should focus on finding Vanessa, don't you think?

[ Nothing's going to happen to Hob at home. ]

[ Hob just wants to memorize Dream looking domestic, doesn't he.

though the suggestion causes his expression to darken and close; the shift is subtle, but Hob is familiar enough with him to see it. ]

All the locations she has been known to frequent have been searched.

[ It is really cute. ]

Maybe we have to search some new locations, then.

[ We? Does Hob plan to search, as well? If he must; stitches be damned. ]

[ Dream picks up on that, too. ]

"We?"

[ Hob blinks, having not realized the words he used. ]

Uh.. well. I think that soup is ready.

[ oh. he glances down at the pot, probably close to boiling over by now. he turns off the stove since he saw how Hob turned it on, and he moves to find a bowl. ]

You require rest, Hob.

[ Hob nods. ]

I know. And if you and her other friends can't find her, what could someone like me possibly do to help?

[ Nothing. He's better off trying to get well. ]

You provide a different perspective.

[ he finds the bowl, carefully pouring the soup from the pot into it, all while speaking confidently and almost praising about him. ]

I am often surprised by human actions and choices, and those she is most familiar with may be limited by their knowledge of her, trying to anticipate her steps. Whereas you can provide an unbiased view, possibly remarking upon something the rest of us may have missed or failed to realize.

[ Under different circumstances, Dream's praise would have cheered Hob up. Dream's opinion of him was always held in high regard. Hob often worked hard to try and impress the Endless like a child trying to get a parent's attention. Or.. some other object of affection.

Only a soft 'hah' under his breath is his response to the first part. It's the other that stands out a bit more, though. ]

Vanessa... is human, you say?

[ Hob sounds as though he has doubts. The sort that would probably remain, even if Dream confirmed it. ]

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