Thomas smiled and rubbed her belly a little, then kissed it before going back to the soup. "So...after we eat we should probably get some sleep."

Leslie nodded. "Okay," she said. "Sounds good to me." She leaned closer to the soup. "This smells so good."

Christine smelled food. She was... starving, actually, but she was still punishing herself. Even after not eating and surviving off coffee she still wasn't going to eat. God! But that smells so good! Just... go eat something... please? You're withering away! Go eat... eat... eat or you'll die! But now wasn't that the point? She rolled over onto her stomach with a groan.

Thomas smiled. "Why don't you force feed Christine. She's getting creepy looking."

Leslie laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah she is," she said. "I keep trying..." She hopped off the counter. "I'll go get her." She vanished down the hall and poked her head into Christine's new room. "Hey doc, come eat with us?" She looked around. "We need to get you sheets too... And some pillows, huh?"

Christine rolled over. "Hmm?" She said. "Oh.. yeah, sheet and all that would be nice, though you really don't have to." She said sitting up. "I've slept on just mattresses before."

Leslie shook her head. "My doctor's not living so barely," she said. "Besides, we're already doing a major shopping spree tomorrow." She stepped in and pulled Christine up. "Come on. Thomas made soup."

Christine let her pull her along. She didn't really have the energy to fight it. She was just going to have coffee anyways. Once they were in the kitchen she leaned against the counter. "Thank you for my room, Thomas." She smiled. "It's really great to have a place to sleep."

Thomas smiled as he served the soup. "You're very welcome. We all want you to be comfortable. You're a part of the family now."

Christine smiled and made herself some coffee. "Well... thank you... really." She said pouring it into a cup for herself. "It's perfect too."

Thomas smirked. "Coffee? Really? It's nine o clock at night." he interrupted the process. "Come on. Sit eat. You're a skeleton, and I can't have a skeleton crew. Oh my god...pun," He laughed at his one joke.

If I don't sleep, I don't dream. If I don't eat, it's what I deserve. Christine smiled. "I'm fine, Thomas." She said, sitting down with her bowel of soup. It smelled... so good, but she stayed strong, drinking only her coffee at the moment. "Good pun though I have to say."

Leslie sat down next to her. "Come on," she begged. "Please eat!"

"I'm fine." Christine repeated, looking over at Leslie. "But you must eat, like I told you. Eating for two and everything." She smiled.

"I'm eating enough for ten," Leslie grinned. "But if you don't eat I'm gonna stop too." She made a face and crossed her arms, turning away a bit. She had to do something to get her to eat, didn't she?