it's much better than anything grampa can do himself. Especially if Lukas comes back before Gable. The strange little monster taking up a room, and the adoption, way too well since day one.

For some odd reason though, I don't think it was ever said out that Lukas is Gable's nephew. Funny.

But everyone has their strange sad stories. Like how Lukas died in the first place. Not my place to pry.

Besides what should I care over a mere mob minion. Pfffft.

I set the tray and pour both tea and juice. Then balance it slowly back to grampa's room.

The crazy old wolf is of course, very much awake. And grossly in tears.

"I made you food because I love Gable and I don't want him to come back to a burnt kitchen or you dead and rotting. " I bite and bark, trying to gently set it down next to grampa's bedside. I'm far from being tall enough to set it down on his lap.

"....Thank you Rosalia. Grampa feels the love so much, but please don't feel pressured anymore! I don't want to keep you any longer," he sobs into his claws, being way too touched by this to the point of getting so overwhelmed.

"Eat everything to get better. I'm doing the dishes you shitty old mongrel.....do you need laundry done? Is that why you're wearing that nightgown? Did you steal it from mother? Wait no, did mother ever own anything like that...."

"Grampa loves you so much but please go home Rosa, please. " he cries.

Aw great, now I feel awful.

Fine. Off to do the dishes and maybe find some other decent stuff for grampa to change into. Ugh the things I do for this crazy family.

"GAAAAAABBBBLE!!!! CAAAAAAPPPPP! I'M BACK! That quest you sent me on didn't take long at all! I did super good! Praise me! And I smell bacon! Oh oh oh did you know I was gonna be so awesome and come back early and make me bacon! Oh hi Rosa!" a cute little Frankenstein monster comes bouncing through the door with all the cold and vigor of a snow storm.

Maybe because he does bring a snow storm.

I hear something vaguely like rumblings, crashing porcelain, and even dare I say it, the dirty oh so wonderfully alluring cussing mouth of Gable's voice!

Probably all my imagination though, Gable's not even here. I didn't smell him, though it's hard to smell with that strange perfume in the air.

"Did you know grampa is sick? When did you leave?" I ask the super-strength boy currently crushing my windpipe in what he calls a hug.

Meh, you get kinda used to things after a few decades. Thank goodness for my own genetic disposition otherwise affection from this cute little blue super would kill me. Oh hell, my own mother and her hugs would leave me dead. They already have!

"Like. This morning! We had lots and lots of yummy meats for breakfast and I guess veggies and figs and-" he would keep blabbering, hopefully not in any ways to cause more ripped stitched.

The supernatural flesh and blood of a frozen dead elf slowly but surely healing itself. If only Lukas would stay still long enough to let it. Which was why his blue-tinged flesh, though soft and mochi like, was covered in various stitch lines in different stages of healing.

"No way, grampa is way too sick." I deadpan

"Cap is sick? No way....CAP I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU!!!" Lukas lifts me up high like a weight, carrying me off straight to grampa.

In the bedroom, grampa has of course not even touched his food. Somehow too weak to do so, he looks alarmingly pale and beside himself. Even before Lukas wetly tornadoes in, crashing us both on the bed with grampa.

"You're both just...too cute and loveable." grampa somehow sighs and cries at the same time, looking oddly melancholy even in a lacy silk night gown.

It's really messed how much it suits him! Is this another side of grampa? Hmmm well, it is a nice material.

Alright, next time I'm forced to do gifts, grampa can have all the luxury silky ladies robes and gowns. I really am a genius.

Now open up and eat grampa, or you're never gonna get better!

Oh how wonderful! Gable's back! And just in time!

Huh, is Gable also sick? He's looking very down and unwell for a gorgeous beyond belief elf. Oh dear, these oldies. Just can't be helped.

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Pt 4?

To be continued.