She has to admit, he's good at picking out spices. His super nose always finds the freshest ones. And a mystery bottle in the cupboard means learning how to use it--just delightful. Does he know she's saving all the flowers? All the flowers that can be dried or pressed are going into frames that are slowly filling up.

Keeping her in bed will require incentives. Like his being there, too.

"Oh, I'm magic enough for you," she counters with a playful smirk. Her fingers dance over his skin with the assurance of familiarity. "But don't press your luck, Murdock."

Ah. She tsks softly at the revelation. "Someone was handing out cookies in the Nexus, and now you don't feel well? Sounds like a lol. My poor darling."