Worst winter ever. Hanging out with Sprout and Cosmo was fun but getting the worst flu you ever had in your life was not.

You got sick again. Seriously? If only you wore your sweater you wouldn’t be in this state, as he told you. You were laying on his bed thinking to yourself. You had a blazing fever with a runny nose and everything in between. Sprout was in the kitchen making you a meal, as you heard him grumbling. He’s still mad about this?

You heard a knock on the door and mumbled a “come in” to which Sprout gently kicked the door agape with his hands on a bowl of soup.

“Okay, sit up silly. Drink some soup.” He ushered, although you swore he was hiding his annoyance.