“I’m Head Healer here,” Stephen repeats, matter-of-fact. He’s finding his stride again, mustering his composure back into place as he rediscovers familiar footing; this sort of intake, he has done before. He has a frame of reference for this, unlike the daunting uncharted territory of Wanda herself. (Here be dragons.)
“The records were a bit of a shambles when I first took over. Mostly it’s to avoid any truly stupid accidents: what if the Gallows kitchens prepared a dinner with nuts, and one of our number died to an allergy? They don’t have EpiPens here. If someone has chronic migraines that they might need regular painkillers for, that’s good to know for keeping track of stockpiling and inventory. And so on, and so on. Everyday purposes.”
It’s boring and banal and not nefarious, in short.
“It’s useful to simply have it for reference. So, case in point: are you allergic to tree nuts, Wanda Maximoff?”
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“The records were a bit of a shambles when I first took over. Mostly it’s to avoid any truly stupid accidents: what if the Gallows kitchens prepared a dinner with nuts, and one of our number died to an allergy? They don’t have EpiPens here. If someone has chronic migraines that they might need regular painkillers for, that’s good to know for keeping track of stockpiling and inventory. And so on, and so on. Everyday purposes.”
It’s boring and banal and not nefarious, in short.
“It’s useful to simply have it for reference. So, case in point: are you allergic to tree nuts, Wanda Maximoff?”