She's his. The luck is implied in that statement and the girl. Yes, they're very lucky neither of them is unexpectedly pregnant. She could not handle that right now. Although it might be a smidgen easier on her if it were him; he's not likely to pass along his powers or her curse.

It's a treat he can look forward to. She'll make it when he's on the mend; the scent of the cinnamon sugar baking should rouse dormant appetites. One of them, at least. It does help that their tastes and preferences are so similar. She's been known to binge on junk food from time to time (and he's known her long enough to time those times), but generally, she'd rather keep him healthy. Gods know he needs all the help in that department.

The pout makes her laugh. She wants so much to kiss it away. Not while they're walking. "No, my love, I'll never abandon you to such a fate. You'll always have a cuddle partner in me. Or a pillow at the least."

She hums and kisses his hair before stepping away. It's not finding a cab that's the problem it's finding the right kind of cab. Her neighborhood doesn't allow cars, so it'll have to be a bike cab or rickshaw. Usually, she appreciates the quiet; today, she's frustrated by the wait. Doesn't the multiverse understand that Matt needs something? It should be right there waiting for them, damn it!