[ kara blinks at him for a moment, processing. well, he wasn't wrong, per se, so eventually she shrugs, reaching into the fridge for milk to heat. in theory, she could use the stove, and she would if it was just for her. but mon-el is still shivering, and it makes her a little anxious, so kara pours an estimated cup into a mug and squints at it until the heat from her eyes brings rolling bubbles to the surface.
efficiency saves the day. a tin of hot cocoa mix, tugged down from a cabinet nearly out of reach, swirls the now bubbling liquid into dark, fragrant cocoa. she nearly hands it off to him before remembering the most important part. ]
There. [ a cup of cocoa is nothing without a few good marshmallows on top, after all. ] Try that.
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efficiency saves the day. a tin of hot cocoa mix, tugged down from a cabinet nearly out of reach, swirls the now bubbling liquid into dark, fragrant cocoa. she nearly hands it off to him before remembering the most important part. ]
There. [ a cup of cocoa is nothing without a few good marshmallows on top, after all. ] Try that.