Subject: Dinner part 2 (doctorlit/ClaireBook)
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Posted on: 2022-03-24 00:37:55 UTC

She set the table, filled two glasses with water, and put two bowls of soup on the table.

They ate without talking much. The soup was good. Claire had made the broth herself instead of buying it.

"I think it tastes better, and besides, if I'm the one making it there won't be any unpronounceable chemicals in it," she said.

After they finished their soup and put away the leftovers, she cut them each a slice of the still warm blueberry pie.

"This is even better than your soup," doctorlit told her.

"Thanks. I used my Nanna's recipe. She can make even better pie, believe me. When my family visits her, that pie only lasts about five minutes."

They finished their pie, and did the dishes. Claire sang old anti-war songs written before she was born as she dried the bowls and put them in the drawer. doctorlit joined in the choruses. After they were done washing, they decided to watch Dead Poets Society. The ending was sad, and Claire failed to pretend that she wasn't crying about it.

"It's not fair, him dying and then those blasted men forcing his friends to sign a letter saying it was the Professor's fault," she said between coughs. doctorlit hugged her.

"Thanks."

They sat there for a while, not saying anything. Claire was starting to fall asleep, but she woke herself up and said:

"I think I'll go to bed. Nice as this is cuddling with you, I'd rather sleep in my own bed than on the couch."

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