Me: <coughing incessantly>
Eamon: <concerned> "Are you OK?"
Me: "Oh, yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks."
Eamon: "I could make you tea."
Me: <laughing a little at the thought of me, the caregiver, becoming the caregivee!>
Eamon: "Well... do you want me to make you some tea or not?"
Me: "Ok, sure. Thanks, buddy."
Several minutes later, after only some of the boiling contents of the kettle ended up on the counter...
Eamon: "Ok, the tea is steeping and I set the timer so we'll know when it's ready."
Me: <pleasantly surprised> "Wow, thanks!"
Eamon: "But you have to get your own honey because I don't know how sweet you want it."
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