Belle smiled behind Taz' back as the teenager began to do the washing up. The old woman didn't have the heart to tell her young helper that there was a perfectly good dishwasher behind the cupboard door right next to her, the girl was doing such a great job. And without even being asked! And then she cut her thumb open. Belle was half expecting a string of profanity and obscenity, but instead Taz just looked at her thumb and commented on it being stupid. Bell almost laughed. "Well gosh darn it to heck! You better not have blunted my knife on your thumb, girl...!" She teased, then held out her hand. "Let me see..."She rinsed the blood off under the faucet, then inspected the cut quickly as the blood welled up again. "Hmm. Deep but clean." She pronounced. "Press your forefinger against the cut as hard as you can. that'll help slow the bleeding. I've got a first aid kit somewhere knocking around. Fuck knows where..."<br/><br/>She began to open cupboards and drawers seemingly at random. Most of the ones she opened were filled with either household cleaning products and utensils or what looked to be random collections of junk. Finally she found a green plastic box with a bright red cross on it. "Here we go!" Rummaging inside one handed, Belle pulled out a box of sticking plasters. She grabbed a roll of paper towels and managed to tear one off, then tipped the plasters onto the table and selected one that she felt would be about right. "Here, dry your finger with that, get as much of the water and blood off as you can." Struggling with one hand still in a cast, and barely able to move her fingers, she managed to peel the plaster out of it's wrapping and pull the backing paper away. "Ready?" She asked, then pressed the absorbent pad against the cut on Taz' thumb. "Little help, hun?" Between the two of them, they managed to get the sticking plaster sealed down over the wound.<br/><br/>"Right. And now, to save you slicing off any more parts of yourself, what say we put the rest of the utensils in here?" She popened the dishwasher which was already part loaded. "I don't run it every day, there's no need. There's only me, after all!" She shrugged and pulled out a rack for the larger implements to go on.<br/><br/>"Right. Let's eat!" She declared, a few minutes later after flipping the omelette over. "Get a couple of plates out of that cupboard there would you dear?" Belle deftly divided the omelette in two and slid half onto each plate. "Forks are in that drawer." Belle set the plates on the table one at a time and sat. "We make a good team, hmm?" But there was something bugging the ageing drummer. "So, you say you've lived in a library, under bridges, in crack houses and empty shit holes...? So if you don't mind my asking, where are you living now?" She paused a moment, then went on, "Because if that bitch has left you sleeping on the streets, while forcing you to work for nothing, I'll take the bitch to court myself and make sure every fucking red cent she has goes to you!"