"A batter that uses good old fashioned stout, cornmeal, and japanese panko breadcrumbs for extra crispiness. Oh that and a few spices," Angus said.
"Why dont you make it more often?" Robert said, taking an extra piece of fish already.
"Because of what you do with fish and chips when you get them," Kate scowled at Robert.
"You mean, eat them?" he asked blankly.
"Inhale them," she corrected. "We're barely started and you're having seconds. Do you think nobody here knows you slip off to the Leaky at least once a week for fish and chips because I wont let you have it otherwise?"
Khaat didn't say a word. She happened to know he had fish and chips at least twice a week for lunch and, if he could manage it, once a week for dinner. She was not telling her mother that her averages were off.
"I'm in perfect health," Robert said, adding some more chips to his plate. "You let me worry about my own cholesterol, would you?"
"Thats exactly why I do worry. Because you don't," Kate snarked. Robert waved her away, enjoying his fish.
"Once a week, from now on, Angus," Robert instructed.
"Yes, Sir," Angus replied. "And don't worry, there's plenty more. It seems that SOMEONE's granddaughters love fish and chips just like their grandpa does."