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She actually brightens visibly. "Wow, that's really talented, then. I'm... terrible at cooking. It's embarrassing. You don't even need a recipe?" Wrath smiles. Cute and talented. Score! Don't screw this up, Wrath. "What's your favorite thing to make?" She gives him a squinty look. "I'm going to guess... soup and dumplings."

It's random. She's just guessing. But she likes soup and dumplings, so she can hope.

He breaks out in a smile and laughs. "What a specific guess," he teases. "No, I like to bake. Pies, biscuits, muffins. Things like that."

"Oh! Like... Whiskey." That's right. Whiskey likes to cook, and he makes really good pies. She knows that. She grins. "What's your favorite pie, then?" The grin gets more broad, and she figures it's her turn to tease. Because he's got a nice smile. "And why didn't you bring me any, you jerk?"

"Strawberry rhubarb. Things that are kind of out of season right now, actually." Extremely out of season. "Whiskey bakes, huh? I guess the holiday parties will be well-stocked."

Her smile is infectious and he shakes his head. "Mostly because I didn't know what to expect when I came here. Well...not that I would have thought to bring pie even if I knew you were going to be friendly toward me, but you know what I mean."

"There really isn't an in season here... I don't think. That's not how it works. I think?" But yes. Whiskey. "He makes a really good pecan pie. And his crust is the best I've had. And since someone hasn't let me try his pie, I guess Whiskey's is still the best." Grin.

That gets her to laugh. "I don't think many people know what to expect, so that's okay." She doesn't even know what to expect sometimes. "Oh, but that's mean. You should always bring contraband to people in the hospital." Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "The food here is fucking awful."

Though significantly better now that her jaw's not wired shut.

"I suppose if I'd needed a way to get on your good side that would have been a good way to do the trick. But you can't compare apples to apples on that count, since I've never made a pecan pie. I make a hell of a good peach pie though. Apple-caramel pie, too."

Is he going to end up bringing her pie? He thinks he is. He feels a little stirred in the head; it's weird to be befriending a person who hit him in the head with the butt of her sword. He knows they're going to be working together and that's why it's important to become acquainted but he'd never expected her to be so pleasant and charming.

"You don't have to try that hard to get on my good side," Wrath says. "You have a nice smile." She grins. "Or wait. No. No! I want pie. So your smile is dumb and you should bring me a pie instead or I'm going to... hide all your shoes. Once I'm out of traction." Oh both of those sound so good. She adds quickly, "I really like peaches. And apples with caramel."

Right? Yes.

"And your smile. So you have to smile when you bring me the pie, too."

He laughs. "I don't know what kind of drugs they have you on but I think they removed your filter." Assuming she has a filter. Maybe she doesn't.

"You want both kinds then?" he asks. God, he really is going to do this.

She wiggles her fingers in the general direction of the multitude of IV lines. "I think there are many of them," she says, as if that answers the question, then laughs. "But I remember that I like smiles. And pie. I think I've got a filter, normally." Pause. "I don't now?"

Wrath nods the little bit she can and then something beeps and she rolls her eyes. "Yes, both kinds!"

"Okay, but first you've got to tell me something," he says.

"What do you want to know?"

"Your name. Since we're doing this whole bonding and becoming friends thing we're apparently doing."

"Oh! Yes, of course. Sorry, I thought you already knew that. My name is Wrath." She smiles. "What's your name?"

And finger wiggle, indicative of sure, handshake.

"No, I know that. I mean your name. Your real name."

Her smile fades a bit and she just looks at him for a moment, brows drawing together. She feels embarrassed, like this is a question she should have a different answer to. And it was all going so well. "I..." She looks back up toward the ceiling, as if the answer will be there. "I'm sorry. I... I should... I should know this, shouldn't I? I can't remember."

There's nothing at all coy about this. She looks back toward him. "Will you still tell me your name?"

"Yeah, sure, of course," he says, not able to help showing his concern. "North. That's what everyone calls me. My real name's Andrew, but North will be fine."

Oh, that's a relief. He's not upset that she can't remember her name. She hasn't been able to remember it for years. It's hard to tell with all the casts in the way, but she relaxes. Then wiggles her fingers again. "Then you should shake my hand, right?"

Well, you know. For certain values of hand shaking.

"Is it okay if I call you Andrew, or would you rather I call you North?" She grins. "North's a direction, but Andrew means manly so that's... something."

He laughs. "Well, as much as I appreciate the compliment I tend to stick with North. I'm surprised you knew that off the top of your head."

"Facts are always easy to remember." Aw, it's a shame. She likes Andrew better, but it would be pretty mean to call him one name if he preferred the other. But she still smile because hey, his name is North, he has a cute smile, and he's going to bake her a pie. Maybe even two pies. "All right, North. I'm glad to meet you in a way that doesn't involve me trying to punch you in the head."

"Same here, I can assure you." He stands and belatedly takes her fingers to give them a little squeeze. "I suppose I'll be back in a day or so. I have a friend here across the hall."

She gives his fingers a squeeze back, her grip quite strong considering the state the rest of her is. Just a little handshake is nice, from anyone really. "I'll look forward to seeing you and a pie, then. And your smile."

"I'll make sure it's intact, just for you." Considering the concern surrounding Carolina's mysterious coma, a reason to smile was good.

"Good." She grins. "And I'll... see if I can remember my name for you." Because that had just been embarrassing. Everyone just called her Wrath. But maybe that was like everyone calling him North.

Fine so she'd remember her name so that she could make him call her Wrath anyway. That seemed fair.

"I hope it comes to you." He couldn't imagine having received a head injury so bad he would forget his own name.

"It... might not," she admits. "But I'll try anyway for you." She smiles and wiggles her fingers in a little goodbye, since it sounds like he's wanting to leave.

But it was a nice interruption for the otherwise boring day. She does hope he'll be back soon. Hob is good to see and Whiskey is nice when he's not being a doctor but North (Andrew, she can think about him as Andrew if she likes) has a nice smile, and will bring her pie and is new, novel. She doesn't look at him and feel the endless, creeping itch that there's something important about him she's forgotten.

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