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Bazinga 
Minerva looked up from her book and sighed, "No, I'm not hungry." she hadn't really ate in a day or so. "I started not feeling well a few days ago and it just seems to have gotten worse. She shivered away from his hand. She knew she was burning up, but it would pass. She hated being sick, it was the worst. She was hurting all over and to move to look at him was so much work.
" Well, you've got a fever....And you need the broth anyway. " He said as he stood up and went out to the kitchen and brought her back a small bowl of chicken broth." Here..." he said as he croutched next to her again..."... Drink this...." he said as he handed Minerva the bowl.