[ Iris gets Steve to leave two boxes by Shaw's bedside, and a note. ]
Dear Shaw,
Hopefully someone explained about barge comas? Any road I always wake up starving, so the big box has a decent dinner in it. I heard a lot of people got killed in that breach so open the small one first if that was you. It's what I call Death Toll Soup. My boyfriend invented it for me when I got killed one time and now I keep a batch on hand at all times. It doesn't actually make the death toll go away but it does help a little.
This is the one I mentioned who used to be a Marine. He's a big part of why I took such a liking to you. He has the same quality that you do, of cutting any dynamic down to its bones in one glance. I'm not a woman who looks for security and he's not a man to bubblewrap anyone, but I feel safer with him than anyone else I ever met. Not because he'll protect me, but because whatever trouble we get in, he can think of ten ways out of it as quickly as I can, and because he can catch anything I throw him. I love him and you remind me of him, so I nipped out to see him and got him to cook us all dinner.
We put your share in a stasis box so it's still fresh and hot from our grill on the beach. Enjoy <3 <3
Love, Iris xx
[ The small box is a container of aromatic chicken soup, with ginger, lemon, garlic, chillies and whisky. The larger one has roast duck, noodles and vegetables, spicy crab cakes and little crunchy spring rolls. There's also a photograph: a big silverhaired man in a Hawai'ian shirt, basting a roasting duck over a firebox on a rocky beach. Iris is sitting on a rock next to the grill sharing out vegetable peelings and meat scraps between two German Shepherds and an apparently friendly tusked boar. ]
[also post-coma]
Dear Shaw,
Hopefully someone explained about barge comas? Any road I always wake up starving, so the big box has a decent dinner in it. I heard a lot of people got killed in that breach so open the small one first if that was you. It's what I call Death Toll Soup. My boyfriend invented it for me when I got killed one time and now I keep a batch on hand at all times. It doesn't actually make the death toll go away but it does help a little.
This is the one I mentioned who used to be a Marine. He's a big part of why I took such a liking to you. He has the same quality that you do, of cutting any dynamic down to its bones in one glance. I'm not a woman who looks for security and he's not a man to bubblewrap anyone, but I feel safer with him than anyone else I ever met. Not because he'll protect me, but because whatever trouble we get in, he can think of ten ways out of it as quickly as I can, and because he can catch anything I throw him. I love him and you remind me of him, so I nipped out to see him and got him to cook us all dinner.
We put your share in a stasis box so it's still fresh and hot from our grill on the beach. Enjoy <3 <3
Love, Iris xx
[ The small box is a container of aromatic chicken soup, with ginger, lemon, garlic, chillies and whisky. The larger one has roast duck, noodles and vegetables, spicy crab cakes and little crunchy spring rolls. There's also a photograph: a big silverhaired man in a Hawai'ian shirt, basting a roasting duck over a firebox on a rocky beach. Iris is sitting on a rock next to the grill sharing out vegetable peelings and meat scraps between two German Shepherds and an apparently friendly tusked boar. ]