[Fenton paused a moment to parse just what 'badroom' mean... then "aaahed" and nodded.] Okay, gotcha. Won't go into your room. Be right back! [He dashed back upstairs, and returned with his arms laden with a large, fluffy quilted comforter.] Found one! This looks really nice and fluffy, Drakearoonie! This should be plenty warm! You'll feel nice and toasty with this draped around you! [He attempted to drape it around Drake's shoulders, some of it spilling over onto his lap... Drake may want to take control here, and just take the whole thing from him.]

[Once that was settled, Fenton headed back towards the kitchen.] Okay! It'll take about 10 minutes for the soup to be ready. ... Are you allergic to oregano or chili flakes? [Dashing into the kitchen, Fenton began to prepare the soup, bringing the pot of water to a boil before dumping the contents of the package in, as well as shaking in a bit of the spices, if Drake said he didn't mind them. Giving it a quick whisk, he put the lid on the pot and set the burner to simmer. Noticing the kettle already prepped nearby, Fenton poked his head back into the frontroom.] You want coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?