Duo held open Quatre's bedroom door as Wufei carried the tray in to the boy. Quatre looked up from bed where he was quietly reading an Agatha Christie novel. He smiled as he put down his book.
"We made you chicken noodle soup, Cat."
"Thank you, Duo, Wufei. I love chicken noodle soup." The blond pilot's smile widened and he sniffed the offering delicately as Wufei set the tray on his lap.
"Mmmm. Just like Abdul used to make. I'll feel better in no time. Thanks again. I'm sure you went to a lot of trouble to make this. I appreciate it."
"No problem Q-man," Duo answered with one hand rubbing the back of his neck and a half embarrassed half proud look on his face. Wufei merely bowed.
"Well," Duo continued, "we'll leave you to your food. Just shout if you need anything." And the two cooks left to start the kitchen clean up.
Quatre sighed after the first spoonful. This was good chicken noodle soup. Maybe he should be sick more often. He gazed happily at the cheerful flower bowing over his meal. Crunch. Quatre looked at the spoon and then into the bowl. He had just eaten something crunchy. Not seeing anything obviously crunchy in the bowl, he assumed it was just one of those mysterious crunchy bites that occasionally occur in otherwise non-crunchy food. Until he had another one. Confused, he poked about with his spoon looking for something other than mushy vegetables and noodles. Eventually he discovered a small hard object. He picked it out of his spoon to better scrutinize the thing.
A peanut? He chewed it consideringly. It was definitely a peanut. He raised an eyebrow and peered suspiciously into his bowl. The thought struck him that perhaps he should have realized that one didn't know what Duo and Wufei would consider appropriate ingredients for chicken noodle soup. But he couldn't very well not eat it, considering all the trouble they'd gone to. He shut his eyes and took another bite, trying hard not to think about the possibilities... or chew too much.