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[neverjedi]

This is really embarrassing, but I have seriously sprained my ankle.

I can more or less manage, but I can't quite manage carrying things, opening doors, and crutches, yet. I can eat take-out and delivery forever to avoid it, but I need some help with the cat-food and cat litter that got dumped just outside my door.

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[darkenedmoon]

Are you all right, darling? I can drop off some actual home cooked food as well, if you like--a casserole to break up the monotony?

You do not need help with the cat pans, do you?

[bearshermark]

I might be able to help with your ankle, if you want.

[consortofalderaan]

What happened?

Why didn't you text me?

[darkforcerising]

I can be over as fast as an Uber can take me. I'll make you dinner or something.

[serpentinthegarden]

How did it happen, take a bad hit at the roller derby?

[seawalled]

Oh, you poor love. Have you had a hand with the cat things yet? I can make you some nice home-cooked things so you don't have to deal with takeaway.

[she will commandeer either her cousin's kitchen or her half-brother's to DO it, but she will cook for complete strangers at the drop of a hat]

[hardtoignore]

[Clarence has already seen that there’s been plenty of help offered, so instead of physical help he’s decided to send some mental support... in the form of pictures of his own cat.

Have a half dozen photos of a plump orange tabby rolling around, about to pounce on a toy, sleeping and just generally being cute.]