<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>: About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Alright. I'll fix us up some burgers, then. I'm hungry, too."</strong>He head back into the kitchen, and got out a cast iron frying pan, which he set out on the stove, which he turned on. Then he was into the fridge to get out some ground hamburger. He hand-formed two good sized patties, and placed them into the pan.<br/><br/>He washes his hands thoroughly in the sink, using antibacterial soap, and his elbows to manipulate the faucet handles, so he didn't get them dirty.  As the burgers gradually begin to sizzle, he dries his hands, and sprinkles a light bit of salt and pepper over the burgers.<strong>"Do you want anything on yours? I have ketchup, mustard, tomatoes, lettuce, and pickles."</strong><br/><br/>He was a bit worried when he saw how much water she had drank in one go; she was likely dehydrated, which would make sense if she had been drinking. It also made sense if she just wasn't taking care of herself. But, while he might ruminate on it, he won't say anything yet.<strong>"How have you been doing, overall?"</strong>