After doing the test with the swab, Winston finished up following the instruction and grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe his eyes and nose that were both running now from sticking a swab up his nostril. He set the timer on his phone for when to check the result. "Jeez, shit. I haven't accidentally given you anything with wheat to eat, have I? What happens with it? I feel like I should know this. You know what? I've never had a decent risotto. I tried cooking one once and it was an abysmal disaster but I'm far from a gourmet chef at the best of times. My favourite food is chocolate eclair. Or fettuccine carbonara for savoury. Mostly, though, my taste in food is pretty basic... like the rest of me," he added with a weak smirk. He looked at the thermometer as Jude in defeat. "So, what worst-case scenario am I facing here? I kinda like being prepared for the worst before it happens. I promise, I don't expect everything to turn to shit. I just like it to be less of a blow if it does. How long would I need to isolate from Ree?"