"No, I didn't," Robert said, "But I bet he's coming about dinner tomorrow night."
"Oh, thats right!" Angus said. "I guess I lost track of time."
"I didn't. I had some shopping to do," Robert grinned. "He's probably going to scope out your kitchen."
"I think I keep it pretty well stocked," Angus said.
"Well, my guess is that no matter what you have, it won't be what Michael has on his menu. Count on it. Don't take it personally."
"I won't. I don't take Michael personally," Angus laughed. "Not about most things. Thank you, Cassidy. Robert says it'll be fine by tomorrow."
"What I said was that it was long and deep and if you didn't give that arm a rest you'd bleed out all over your rug and die," Robert said dryly.
"He's exaggerating," Angus looked at Cassidy.
"Do I look like I'm exaggerating? Did I wrap you clear up to your elbow for first aid practice?" Robert frowned. At that moment, Michael apparated in. He looked at Angus's bandage almost first thing.
"What the hell did you tangle with, Slick?" Michael frowned.
"A wall hanging," Angus said.
"Uh..a wall hanging?" he asked.
"Khaat's getting her magic back. Its a bit wonky," Robert said.
"Oh wonderful. I know what happens when her magic shorts out. I live with that."
"How are you and the furniture getting on, then?"
"Otto eats my socks, and Snidely steals my jackets."
"Oh. about normal, then. Good. Lunch is ready. Go find a place at the table, you all. I'll get the others," Robert said.