You have nothing to apologize for. I'll be right back with the porridge. Anything else you want or need?

Can I just make you something mundane and take care of you? Please? I hate having to argue like this, but I also don't wanna have to gamble with the life of the woman I love when NyQuil exists.

And in /my/ defense, when your community develops in a mountainous terrain surrounded with predators both supernatural and mundane, you're kinda forced to think out of the box sometimes.

Notice how I've never used magic to alter people's bodies? Unless you can show me a record of how your body reacts to ‘magic potions’, I'm not risking your safety for a sickness our species has had a cure for since 1945.

The entire point of me telling Oliver that I'm gonna get you meds — and my offering you the same, plus two other options — is because I /wasn't/ going to use granny medication on you.

I don't even know where this conversation was going, so I'm gonna nod and smile, I guess.

Yeah, no. We're not using magic to bypass the flu. You go rest up.

No, but I do know how to make medicinal broth from the intestines of a snake, so...

Meds, soup, or porridge?

I'll just get her something from CVS. I'm not sure Dinah is in the mood for some granny medicine right about now.

Yeah, no. You can't just ‘let it slide’. I wanna know now.

When the situation calls for it, sure.

Well, see — now that's jumping to conclusions. I was talking about women I /know/, not women I /dated/.

I was — before realizing my errors and correcting it before anything of substance was actually said — about to make the limited observation about the existence of women who don't steal each other's dresses as a rite of bonding.

Representing yourself in court isn't generally advised.

I'm not saying anything without my attorney present.

I know plenty of women who— you know what? I'm gonna shut up before I end up digging myself a hole I can't get out of.

Heir to one of the oldest dynasties in West Virginia and my girlfriend is out here stealing dresses.