45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

“Growing up I ate a lot of things I didn’t like, the only reason my parents would change a meal to remove something is health issues or allergies so I just had to get it all eaten so that won’t be an issue but I certainly won’t be happy about it.”

47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

“I wouldn’t say I can draw good, or that I draw much, but, you know, occasionally I’ll doodle something small somewhere.”

49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

          “Sounds like we need to do something crazy, and a whole lot of drinks.” Her go-to solution. But a bulletproof way to get the job done, whatever it may be. “What’s something fun for us to do? I’ll pay this time!”

“I probably shouldn’t, but,” She laughed, thinking for a second, “Well, there’s always Henrietta Hudson.”

He looked at her nodded, he got it she was just doing what anyone should do so didn’t want thanks for it at least thats was the message he was getting.  “ How old are your children?”

“Twenty-four, twenty-two, and nineteen.” She replied as she stuffed the wipe back in it’s pack to throw out later when she had somewhere to throw it out, pulling out a small bandage for what hadn’t been small enough to have already scabbed up, “Sometimes when you have active kids you just have to let them learn things for themselves and keep them from getting too hurt in the process, eventually they learned their limits.”

He looked at her  “ You don’t have to do this so thank you!” He replied as he looked at her.  “So are you often saving people?” He asked trying to make light of the situation.

“It’s no problem, I’m not about to just ignore someone like that.” She shrugged, not really thinking too much about it, “I’m a mom so, used to be back when my kids were young I’d be patching up stuff constantly.”

“ but salads are healthy… ! right?” one look at nora’s ensuing expression tells her she is ill-equipped for this tussle between responsibility and logic. “ are you going to cook if i come? and can i bring some of the papers with me?” 

“Salads aren’t a meal, though, and really I’m not sure salads you can get delivered even are healthy.” She couldn’t say she had any actual proof of that, but she certainly had a very good feeling about it, “I can’t promise I’ll be any better at cooking than usual, but I can certainly try, and sure, so long as that’s not where all your attention goes.”

Cody looked at her.  “ It really isn’t that bad at all.” He replied looking at her as he tries to play the whole thing down, so it didn’t sound as bad as it may have looked right now.

“I’m not gonna let you go looking like that,” She shook her head, opening the kit and unwrapping an alcohol wipe, “This is gonna sting a bit, but,” She warned before reaching to gently clean off one of his cuts.