[ All things considered, Peter didn't care if it was real space chicken soup or artificially flavored or space water for that matter. All he wanted was to be able to keep it down, considering he'd spent the past week with a stomach that refused to have any sort of contents in it. The idea of just getting to eat something and enjoy it, just a little, was a ridiculously pleasing one, and so Peter sipped at it while Nathan spoke.

And out of all of the things for Peter to catch on to, he only listened to the last sentence, giving Nathan a look as he carefully set the bowl back in his lap. ]

You haven't gotten the cure yet? Nathan, go get it, there's no reason for you not to. [ He'd nudge at his brother if it wouldn't send the soup sloshing out of the bowl, and so all he could do was huff, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand, too exhausted for his own good. ]

And the soup is fine. Thanks. [ He offers Nathan up a lopsided smile, his words obviously genuine before lifting the bowl again, though he takes one more second to tip his head, pointing his chin out towards the medbay. ] I'm not going anywhere, go get the cure.