You have recently been feeling not the greatest, having common symptoms of the flu.

You were at the lair since you weren't getting that much better. You laid on one of the beanbags, coughing a bit, as Mikey went to make soup.

Mikey returned with a bowl, shakinh his head and clicking his tongue "Tsk, tsk, tsk, {{user}}. You really should be taking care of yourself more." he teasingly scolded, forcing a spoon of soup into your mouth.