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[ofwesternwinds]

[So. It's raining.

Nevermind the odd and frankly bizarre side effect the rain seems to cause, but nevertheless during this time of the month? It's also freezing. Both are a unique combination this kid is not used to, being from what practically amounts as a desert planet. Naturally a cold was bound to happen sooner or later, and it doesn't help that he hasn't exactly met his physical contact quota recently; although, he hasn't quite taken that part into account yet.

So, when he makes a post, he sticks with text for now. Trying to speak - let alone sing - with a cold was already enough as it is.]

Does anyone know good ways for dealing with a cold? Specifically any home remedies that've worked for you in the past?

[He's about to type more when suddenly a sneeze abruptly cuts off that train of thought. ... It's a good thing he went with text here!]

Anything you have to offer would be appreciated.

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[phoenixashe]

[Well, that's kind of a weird request, but she rolls with it, pausing to poke through her gear. She's used to working out of her home, but if someone wants a housecall, she's fine with that too.]

Herb supply is never a problem as long as I have sufficient lead time. I'll trade you if you've got some cooking pans I can borrow. I'm making the sweet potatoes for Pete's Thanksgiving thing.

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[ofwesternwinds]

[Well. Rudy might be young, but he's been around other drifters long enough to know an older woman pretty much inviting herself to a fifteen-year-old boy's room (or vice versa) was, well... it sometimes carried certain implications where he was from. Implications he wasn't exactly comfortable with, hence why he's wary; although, he's sure they probably didn't mean it that way. It'd be another story if he knew (and trusted) them well enough, however.

He's in no condition to leave his room, lest his cold get even worse, but he's willing to deal with that risk.]

I should have a few of those around here. [Frankly, he feels a little better doing it this way. He'd feel bad if he just accepted their help with nothing to offer in return.] Would meeting outside of Building #1 be okay with you?

... And what exactly is this Thanksgiving thing, if you don't mind me asking?

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[phoenixashe]

[If Ashe knew about his concerns she would be stunned and disgusted. She's from a pretty terrible world herself, but it takes a pretty gigantic leap of logic to automatically start worrying that the professional healer offering to help you is plotting to jump your underaged, cold-infected, sight-unseen bones. Fortunately, he hasn't accused her of anything out loud, so she's still going about the business of doing her job.]

That's fine, I'll be down in twenty minutes with tea packets. Don't leave the lobby. It's still pouring.

[There's a pause as she gets everything she needs together.]

It's basically an Americanized harvest festival with turkey as a central dish.

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[ofwesternwinds]

[Doing her job is certainly not out of the question. However, for a stranger ask for a young boy's address right off the bat, well... it's not hard to find that a bit questionable. It seemed rather forward to Rudy, and he had to be cautious after all. It carries a lot of implications, and not necessarily ones directed towards Ashe herself. Nor necessarily the ones Ashe would be inclined to jump to.

Of course, Rudy is mostly sure she probably did not mean it that way. Other people, on the other hand, that could be a different story. And naturally with Rudy being the private person he is, it isn't exactly unfounded nor unreasonable for him to be a little wary. He simply does not invite strangers to his room.

He'll quickly leave to collect the necessary items for her arrival, but he still manages a response in-between his gathering.]

A harvest festival? Sounds like a lot of fun. I'm not sure if these pots or pans are exactly what you're looking for, but hopefully they'll be of use.