Scott nodded and went over to prepare the dish, once again filling the room with delicious smells. Clara looked up from her research and noticed he was once again preparing a massive amount of food. "She can't possibly eat all that can she?" Clara asked staring at the huge mountain of noodles and pot of sauce. Scott laughed and continued cooking, but answered in kind. "I want to try eating some of these recipes too, you know. Don't tell me you aren't the least bit curious about this stuff."<br/><br/>Clara shrugged, but went back to studying. "Scotty, how long did it take you to learn this stuff?" she asked, more than a bit curious about it. "Ummm... let's see... 8 hours straight, three mugs of coffee and four energy bars."<br/><br/>Clara was, in a word, speechless. she opted to study harder as Scott started to set the table, and when there was spaghetti at all three places, she sniffed it. "Are you sure we can eat this?" she asked, unsure of herself as she watched Rachel eat it fervently. Scott smiled at his girlfriend and slurped up a few noodles with the marinara sauce on them. "You have GOT to try this! It's like a million tiny rainbows exploding inside your mouth!" he said joyfully. Clara shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?" she asked as she took a bite. her eyes got as big as saucers and she purred and started eating as fast as she could.<br/><br/>After lunch, Scott wrote on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope, then put it next to Rachel's bed. The front simply said: To Rachel. "She can open it whenever she's more comfortable with her situation." he said to himself. Clara eyed the letter curiously. "What are you up to Scotty?"<br/><br/>He smiled to himself. "Something big. something that will be amazing when she sees it."