"S'like...perfect combination...it ain't too sweet, but it ain't too spicy...kinda like you. Perfect."

He opens his eyes and moves to step back, but pauses as he notices the scar tissue on her shoulder, tilting his head curiously.

(That wasn't there before.)

Doc gently presses his fingertips against one edge of the old wound. He doesn't look at her, because he's focused on the tough skin, mind wondering what treatment may have helped it heal better.



"Was this from...?"