"Dukey... We need to go to the doctors. Please help me, get up."<br/><br/>She felt a little better now the aroma of the lasagna had lessened. "Plus, you said Marcel is hurt, we need to go to the hospital now. Your car is still here, please.. let's go."<br/><br/>Clara's stomach churned. "Dang it, I am hungry. Where's the stuff you brought?" Clara eyed the bag on the table, she got out a bowl and a spoon. She opened the ice cream took some of that, shoved the pickles in the ice cream opened the spicy mustard, poured some over the ice cream and pickles, and began eating the combination. "Mmm, yeah! now this is delicious. Thank you Dukey. Want a bite?" She smiled as she took another bite.