"And wine," he agrees, leaning down for a quick kiss to her forehead. Then he huffs, frowning slightly. "Now, stop interruptin' me. Damn nearly the worst patient I've got."

There isn't too much damage, though, so the treatment is fairly quick to get through. Something he's glad for, because now that the prospect of a quiet dinner alone is in sight, he's very much looking forward to it. "They're alright, in no small part thanks to you. Most of them are back in their own quarters already."