"That's because I don't, usually," she shoots back, though she doesn't drag her attention away from her soup for the moment. She'll never be as good at this as Hunk, or her mother or her Nana, but she's not going to let that stop her.

"I was trying to make chicken soup. But uh... I couldn't find any ginger. Or chicken." Please don't pick at that right now, Keith. She's trying her best, okay? "My mom made it for us whenever we got sick, so I figured it would help?" Only it didn't smell right. "How are you feeling?"