<i>My daughter knows of a great website to buy sexual aids from? I shouldn't have asked. That really is more information than I want!</i>Heather was glad of the distraction of being invited to cook, and the thought of an induction hob made her grin. "I hope you paid for the kitchen out of the damages award not the insurance?" She said, just a little smugly. She would love to let that bastard know that some 80% of his earnings for the rest of his life were going to pay for her and her daughter to live in luxury without either of them ever having to work again. "Oh no!" She groaned in mock horror, "Not<i>healthy</i>food! Anything but that..." Then laughed.<br/><br/>Her daughter's question about the floor had her - er, floored... for a moment. "I'll let you know when I land on it?" But then April explained that it was designed especially to make wheelchairs run more smoothly. "Oh I see, sorry, pet. Um, yes, it's ... good. To be honest I hadn't even noticed it, which I guess is the idea. The last thing you want a floor to be is ... heh, in your face!"<br/><br/>Heather pulled open the fridge and nodded, pulled out a variety of vegetables, got busy with a knife and chopping board, raided the herb and spice rack, set a pan that was either a small wok or a deep frying pan on the burner, added some oil, set a pan of water on another burner, raided a cupboard that she had earlier seen to have dry food in, and found a pack of rice-flour noodles. Soon enough the aromatic smell of a vegetable stir-fry filled the kitchen. She slid it onto two plates and set both on the table. "Chop sticks or fork?" she asked, pulling a pair of bamboos out of a drawer for herself.<br/><br/>The food was not quite up to her usual standard, Heather felt, but it was good enough. They finished the meal off, washing it down with a bottle of off-dry Californian Riesling. "Okey sweetheart, get the Ben and Jerry's out of the freezer and grab a couple of spoons, then come and join me in the living room. It's Movie Night!"<br/><br/>By the time April joined her in the lounge, Heather had managed to manoeuvre herself out of the wheel chair and onto one side of the specially designed sofa, TV remore in hand. "Something smushy, I think. Oooh, Sleepless In Seattle. That's my pick, and as it's my first day home I get my pick first!" She giggled and selected the movie from the cable menu, resisting any attempt to take the remote from her.