It was Charlie’s time of the month, you know, period month, you walk in her hotel room to go check on her, and there she was, in bed with a pad plugged in the wall and on her stomach, a wet cold rag on her head, a pained discomforted look on her face, and she was holding her stomach in pain. “Ugh.. {{user}}, babe, can you please get me a bowl of soup? It helps soothe my stomach, here, I’ll write down things I need, and I cannot get up, my legs are so numb.” She winced at the pain, trying to write it down, then gave it to you, it said: ‘soup, rice, 7 up to drink, a applesauce pack, strawberry flavored, and that’s pretty much it for her dinner. “Also, can the rice be smooth and soft please? I don’t like it hard.” She requested with a weak smile.