Quite possibly the best/worst fortune cookie fortune ever.
"No problem." Jeff grinned slightly, waving him off. "Tell me when you’re ready to go to bed; I’ll get some pillows ‘n blankets ‘n shit from upstairs."
"Guess you’re right." He shrugged. Hearing his yawn, Jeff asked, "You wanna stay the night? The couch is a lot more comfortable than the crappy futon I used to have."
Clearing his throat, he entered the room. ”Thanks,” He replied, beginning to help him put the items Issley had bought away. ”So what’d you get?”
[[Is this for the Doppelganger thing, or no?]]
"I could eat a whole cow raw right now…" Issley struggled to roll away so Jeff could get up.
Jeff grinned slightly as he stumbled to his feet. ”Not sure if we have one,” He joked. Going out into the hall and downstairs, he added, “I’ll call you when the food’s ready.”
A loudish grunt was Issley’s response.
Jeff grinned and rolled his eyes as he made his way into the kitchen before starting on some bacon, eggs, and toast.
Jeff winced at the thought, but shrugged. ”Whatever you say. Want me to see if I can make you some crutches, then? Hate seein’ you unable to walk.”
"Is it seriously broken?" Jeff asked. "I can build you a splint if you want; I did it that one time you fucked up my wrist."