Khaat looked at her father, "Please. Bind my magic."
"Not gonna do it," he said. "You haven't hurt anybody. And besides, it brightens up our day and keeps your guards on their toes. Lighten up. Its not a curse. Its an injury. We've dealt with it at St. Mungos before, and you've been through it before, yourself, and lived. Think about it this way--if nothing else its good to test Steven's flexibility and see how well he crawls through small spaces." That made Brian laugh out loud.
"You know, I haven't made that a part of the training, but maybe I should," Brian laughed.
"Hmm," Robert said thoughtfully, envisioning a military style obstacle course. "Might be worth a thought."
"And exactly where would you put this?" Khaat frowned, knowing there was not enough space in the Paris headquarters for that.
"Here," Robert said promptly.
"That would work," Brian said.
"I"m sorry, you guys," she looked at Jack and Steven. I did not mean to plant that in his head. My apologies."
Meanwhile, Kate looked at Jess. "I can hear your thoughts, Jess," she smiled. "I'm just a home cook, like you. I"m just a lot older and had a bit more time in the kitchen that you have. You're a wonderful cook. Don't sell yourself short. You're welcome to any recipes I have. So far as I know, Angus is the only one who is anywhere close to a professional chef, but I have never heard one time anyone complain about anything you made. Not ever."