Joan smiles a little at the help. She appreciates it, even if there's a stubborn part of her that grates against it. She takes the spoon and dips it in the soup. As she lifts it toward her mouth her hand shakes, spilling the soup back into the container.
Crap. Maybe soup wasn't the best of ideas.
She tries again and again with the same result. Finally she puts the spoon down with a frustrated sigh.
Ted looks over at Joan, concerned and sympathetic. Not just because of the physical weakness itself, but because he can imagine how frustrating it must be.
"Want me to do it?" he offers softly, holding out his hand for the spoon.
She shakes her head, frowning down at the container. She really doesn't want to be spoon fed if she can at all help it. A part of her worries that she won't be able to help it, but she's not ready to give in yet.
She touches the sides of the container gingerly. It's hot, too hot to hold.
"Oh, I know," Ted says, setting his own food down and getting to his feet, grabbing one crutch to head over to the kitchen. He rummages in some drawers for a second, before returning with a small ladle, offering it to her. It's much deeper than the spoon, but not too heavy, so should be easier to use without spilling as much.
Huh. That might work. Joan accepts the ladle and gives it a try. As long as she doesn't overfill it she can get the soup to her mouth and carefully sip it. She smiles thankfully at Ted.
Sherlock has been watching all this over his pad thai, and is duly impressed with Ted's solution. He approves of Ted's respect for Watson's need for independence.
Ted loves being a caregiver, and would gladly do anything for Joan if she needed him to. But he also knows that Joan likes being able to take care of herself.
He's also gotten a bit more familiar with that need himself lately, so he gets it. (He's sure she will be just as frustrated as he was with needing help to go to the bathroom.)
He smiles back and sits down again, returning to his own soup. "This is really good!" he says approvingly. He's not queasy anymore, but it's still just really yummy. He doesn't have a lot of experience with Thai food.
She definitely isn't looking forward to that experience. In the hospital her nurse had brought in a bedside commode while Ted was at the club, and Joan had been happy he wasn't there. She's not going to be able to avoid it now, though. When it was Ted who needed help, Joan would have told him not to worry or be embarrassed, but it's a lot harder to take her own advice.
"I think it's the best Thai food in the city," Joan remarks, taking another ladleful.
"No, not really. I'm rather shamefully unfamiliar with most Asian food," he answers. "Though when I first moved here, I went to this Indian place my buddy Ollie works at, and it was the first time I'd ever had it. And, well, let's just say I underestimated just how spicy they make that when they say spicy," he recounts, chuckling. "Sweat just pouring off me, you know?"
Joan smiles at the thought of Ted eating spicy Indian food for the first time. She loves how open and enthusiastic he is about new experiences. It's inspiring, really. And makes her love him more and more.
"Authentic Indian food can be a bit much for the American palate," Sherlock says, his voice edged with disdain.
"Oh please," Joan counters with an eyeroll and a playful smile. "Americans have plenty of spicy foods. Unlike the British, who do bland like nobody else."
Ted chuckles cheerfully at their playful bickering. "I mean, fish and chips is great, though," he points out. "Hey, I should do proper Kansas barbecue for y'all at some point!"
He's been wanting to do it for Joan for a while, but then there's been so much stuff happening. But now he can include Sherlock in it as well. Once Joan feels ready for that amount of meat.
Joan and Sherlock bicker like an old married couple a lot of the time, which Ted is going to witness plenty of now that he's going to be spending a lot of time with them both.
"I would like that," Joan says with a smile. "I will admit my knowledge of different kinds of barbecue is a little lacking."
"Food is fuel," Sherlock replies. "Under most circumstances I eat because it is a bodily necessity. I can recognize and appreciate cuisine of high quality, but like or dislike are not useful categories for me."
Ted stares thoughtfully at Sherlock for several long moments.
Then he turns to Joan. "What in holy heck is he talking about?" he asks seriously, but the smile that creeps in indicates it's definitely a joke. Because wow, they have an incredibly different mindset.
"Alright, well, challenge accepted, I suppose," he answers with a chuckle. "Although, you apparently actually get more nutrition from food if you enjoy it, since your brain tells your body to absorb more. Which is probably why I look like this," he adds and pats his stomach. Ted takes a lot of enjoyment from food.
Joan smiles at that. "I'm glad you enjoy food, then," she says. "Because you're perfect."
Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Be that as it may," Sherlock says, talking over Joan leaning into cuteness. "My enjoyment of food is mostly utilitarian in nature."
"As is his cooking," Joan points out with a smile to Sherlock. "He likes to bake Yorkshire puddings when he's stressed. Then he throws them away."
Ted very much appreciates the cuteness even if Sherlock doesn't.
He looks shocked at that news. "But Yorkshire puddings are so good!" he objects. And both easy to make and eat. It's one of the foods he enjoyed discovering after moving here.
Sherlock pulls a face. Joan looks at Ted and shrugs. She suspects there's likely some sensory issues going on there...that it's not the taste but the texture that he dislikes. It's also possible there's history behind it. Either way it might not be the best time to get into it.
"Are you not the one who dislikes tea?" Sherlock counters.
"Well, then," Sherlock says. He gestures toward Ted with an outstretched hand. "You shall have your unpopular opinion concerning British comestibles..." He places the hand on his own chest. "And I shall have mine."
"That's fair," Ted agrees cheerfully. "Though if you ever want those puddings to go to good use, feel free to hand them to me," he adds. Maybe the throwing away is part of some ritual or something, he doesn't know, but if not, they might as well be eaten.
"Mmm, speaking of food," he says, pulling out his phone. "I can order some groceries for delivery in the morning. Any requests?"
Joan enjoys watching the two of them interact. Sherlock is being his usual acerbic self, and Ted is being his usual cheerful, kind self, and it works. She's so very happy to have Ted in her life, and now she's beginning to be happy that Sherlock has Ted in his life, and Ted has Sherlock in his. That's never happened before, and it supports what Joan said in the cab...they were meant to be together.
"Eggs," Joan says. "Bread." She smiles at Ted. "Peanut butter, obviously. Smoothie ingredients...milk, yogurt, fruit..."
"Yup, yup.." Ted agrees, picking stuff off lists on his phone in between sips of soup. He also gets baking ingredients for himself, and tries to find dinners that Joan could eat. He doesn't necessarily have a lot of experience making soups, but there's stuff like oatmeal porridge, mashed potatoes... He can find yummy things to make.
Joan carefully fishes out the strips of chicken in her soup and eats them, until only the broth is left. Then she sets the ladle down and carefully lifts the container to her lips. Her hands are still shaking, but she's still able to drink the last of the soup without too much trouble.
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Crap. Maybe soup wasn't the best of ideas.
She tries again and again with the same result. Finally she puts the spoon down with a frustrated sigh.
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"Want me to do it?" he offers softly, holding out his hand for the spoon.
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She touches the sides of the container gingerly. It's hot, too hot to hold.
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Sherlock has been watching all this over his pad thai, and is duly impressed with Ted's solution. He approves of Ted's respect for Watson's need for independence.
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He's also gotten a bit more familiar with that need himself lately, so he gets it. (He's sure she will be just as frustrated as he was with needing help to go to the bathroom.)
He smiles back and sits down again, returning to his own soup. "This is really good!" he says approvingly. He's not queasy anymore, but it's still just really yummy. He doesn't have a lot of experience with Thai food.
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"I think it's the best Thai food in the city," Joan remarks, taking another ladleful.
"Have you had much Thai food?" Sherlock asks Ted.
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"Authentic Indian food can be a bit much for the American palate," Sherlock says, his voice edged with disdain.
"Oh please," Joan counters with an eyeroll and a playful smile. "Americans have plenty of spicy foods. Unlike the British, who do bland like nobody else."
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He's been wanting to do it for Joan for a while, but then there's been so much stuff happening. But now he can include Sherlock in it as well. Once Joan feels ready for that amount of meat.
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"I would like that," Joan says with a smile. "I will admit my knowledge of different kinds of barbecue is a little lacking."
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There is a pretty high probability he will end inviting him to dinner as well, even when he isn't already around to help Joan.
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Then he turns to Joan. "What in holy heck is he talking about?" he asks seriously, but the smile that creeps in indicates it's definitely a joke. Because wow, they have an incredibly different mindset.
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"If he tells you your barbecue is good, he really means it," she explains.
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Sherlock rolls his eyes. "Be that as it may," Sherlock says, talking over Joan leaning into cuteness. "My enjoyment of food is mostly utilitarian in nature."
"As is his cooking," Joan points out with a smile to Sherlock. "He likes to bake Yorkshire puddings when he's stressed. Then he throws them away."
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He looks shocked at that news. "But Yorkshire puddings are so good!" he objects. And both easy to make and eat. It's one of the foods he enjoyed discovering after moving here.
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"Are you not the one who dislikes tea?" Sherlock counters.
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"Mmm, speaking of food," he says, pulling out his phone. "I can order some groceries for delivery in the morning. Any requests?"
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"Eggs," Joan says. "Bread." She smiles at Ted. "Peanut butter, obviously. Smoothie ingredients...milk, yogurt, fruit..."
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