He couldn't help standing there for just a few seconds longer, just watching her even after she'd rolled away from him, before taking a deep breath and moving into the kitchen. Checking the fridge, he wasn't entirely surprised they didn't have the ingredients he needed for soup, as carrots, celery and onions were easy enough to buy, and Rogue liked using fresh ingredients. He'd have to get chicken while he was out, too, but thankfully the local markets had a butchery section with fresh meats.
He didn't find any Jell-O packets in any of the pantry cupboards, either, so he went off to the store with a mental list.
The produce and chicken were easy enough to procure... it was when he went looking for the Jell-O that he ran into trouble. Namely, the sheer volume and diversity of products. There was Jell-O already in individual boxes, but he figured Rogue wouldn't appreciate those. But that still left all the box mixes of various flavors, and boy, were there a lot of flavors. There was the regular fruit flavors; cherry, strawberry, orange. And then there was kiwi, pineapple, raspberry, blue raspberry, and combinations of pretty much all of those, plus flavors like fruit punch (which he at least recognized), arctic blast, tropical... What the heck did 'tropical' even mean?
Finally he just grabbed a few boxes of orange, strawberry, and decided to try the raspberry - even if Rogue didn't like it, he'd eat it. Even if he didn't particularly like it. Jell-O he made himself would taste infinitely better than anything he'd had in the army. (Although possibly with a similar consistency.)
Glancing along the aisle one more time to see if he'd missed anything, he spotted the pudding. Pudding... huh. Now there was an idea. It would definitely be richer and more filling than the Jell-O (although the Jell-O would be better at keeping her hydrated), and it probably had a lot more calories in it. Steve still didn't entirely understand the whole 'calorie counting' thing that everyone seemed to talk about now, but he understood that it helped you gain weight, which was something Rogue needed help with, especially while she was sick and probably wouldn't feel like eating much, anyway. Even less than usual.
His hand hovered over the boxes uncertainly for a minute. He finally picked up two boxes of vanilla, four of chocolate because he was pretty certain she'd always eat something chocolate flavored, and four boxes of butterscotch. He didn't know if Rogue enjoyed butterscotch, but he did, so again - if she didn't eat it, he'd have no problem polishing it all off.
That sorted, Steve swung by the dairy section and bought another gallon of milk - they had one half-full still, but he enjoyed drinking it, and he'd need more for the pudding anyway. Then, he was headed home, checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a text from her. She was surely still sleeping - at least he hoped.
Making it back into the apartment quietly, Steve stashed the perishables in the fridge for a moment, set the bag of boxes on the island counter, and went to check on Rogue. Just to make sure.
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Date: 2017-01-24 06:31 am (UTC)He didn't find any Jell-O packets in any of the pantry cupboards, either, so he went off to the store with a mental list.
The produce and chicken were easy enough to procure... it was when he went looking for the Jell-O that he ran into trouble. Namely, the sheer volume and diversity of products. There was Jell-O already in individual boxes, but he figured Rogue wouldn't appreciate those. But that still left all the box mixes of various flavors, and boy, were there a lot of flavors. There was the regular fruit flavors; cherry, strawberry, orange. And then there was kiwi, pineapple, raspberry, blue raspberry, and combinations of pretty much all of those, plus flavors like fruit punch (which he at least recognized), arctic blast, tropical... What the heck did 'tropical' even mean?
Finally he just grabbed a few boxes of orange, strawberry, and decided to try the raspberry - even if Rogue didn't like it, he'd eat it. Even if he didn't particularly like it. Jell-O he made himself would taste infinitely better than anything he'd had in the army. (Although possibly with a similar consistency.)
Glancing along the aisle one more time to see if he'd missed anything, he spotted the pudding. Pudding... huh. Now there was an idea. It would definitely be richer and more filling than the Jell-O (although the Jell-O would be better at keeping her hydrated), and it probably had a lot more calories in it. Steve still didn't entirely understand the whole 'calorie counting' thing that everyone seemed to talk about now, but he understood that it helped you gain weight, which was something Rogue needed help with, especially while she was sick and probably wouldn't feel like eating much, anyway. Even less than usual.
His hand hovered over the boxes uncertainly for a minute. He finally picked up two boxes of vanilla, four of chocolate because he was pretty certain she'd always eat something chocolate flavored, and four boxes of butterscotch. He didn't know if Rogue enjoyed butterscotch, but he did, so again - if she didn't eat it, he'd have no problem polishing it all off.
That sorted, Steve swung by the dairy section and bought another gallon of milk - they had one half-full still, but he enjoyed drinking it, and he'd need more for the pudding anyway. Then, he was headed home, checking his phone to make sure he hadn't missed a text from her. She was surely still sleeping - at least he hoped.
Making it back into the apartment quietly, Steve stashed the perishables in the fridge for a moment, set the bag of boxes on the island counter, and went to check on Rogue. Just to make sure.