"Ten," Robert said, with phony resentment in his voice.
"Twelve," Khaat corrected him.
"No way," Robert frowned.
"It is twelve," Kate laughed. "And you know it. Khaat is just faster at it than you are."
"Are you saying I'm old?" he asked.
"I wouldn't do that, Dear," Kate said, assembling a corner by putting four pieces together and shoving the pieces to where she thought they might approximately end up.
Khaat hadn't said anything, but she had been magically flicking pieces in and out of the pile of puzzle pieces with her finger. They'd been flipping into the pile and others flipping out. She'd been working on assembling several pieces together. It had given her something to concentrate on and she had been working intently.
Brian looked over at her and the pieces she had put together. "Wait. No fair. How many is that? Six?"
"Eight," Khaat said softly, and then looking she put another into place. "Nine," she corrected.
"Oh, damn. I'm screwed at this," Brian laughed. He heard Abbey let out a cry. He instantly bounced up and went to look for her. Max came out from behind the sofa and walked over behind a chair with a purposeful stride. Out of curiosity, Brian followed. "Nice work, Max," Brian said, petting him. It took him a moment but he got Abbey out. She was tearful and clinging to Brian, cuddling into his chest.
"Is she alright?" Khaat asked.
"Yep. She just got back there and didn't know how to get back out again. She's fine. It just scared her," Brian smiled. He sat back down at the table.
"Should I take her?" Khaat asked.
"If you want," Brian said. "But she's fine. Put your pieces into place first, Baby."