"There's plenty," Angus said to Jess. "He's welcome to have more of whatever he likes. Its all healthy eating. Brian does not let me serve junk food, I'm afraid."
"No," Brian said. "Rarely. I want you all in peak shape, rather than tanking up on junk food." Robert didnt' say anything. He repressed an urge to smile. Brian had learned a great deal since his youth, and Robert had learned to depend on Brian's judgement in a great many things. Physical conditioning was one of them.
"Brian," he said. "I need you to pick up functioning as the liason with St. Mungos until I can do it again. Make sure that the accounts and the personnel issues are all running smoothly there. Make sure that Hannah doesn't have something she needs that we haven't addressed. Kate, I need you to pick up Sparks for Khaat. Make sure her winter menu and Christmas specials are running and that all the accounts are current. Jack and Steven, you're in charge of the security for this safehouse for awhile. Make sure its airtight. If either of you two go, make sure Angus is on duty to replace you. Split up all your shifts, and Steven, arrange with either Lee in Washington or Owens in Paris to come and cover us during the night. We can't carry this right now without help. Now--what have I missed?"
"We got an owl from Michael," Angus said. "There is an order meeting in Knockturn Alley. He suggests one of us go, but obviously not you."
"Well, obvious, then, I will be the one going," Robert said. He looked around the table and got up, walked over to Angus and plucked out several hairs from his head. "I'll be going as you, I think. I'll need to borrow your clothes for that meeting."
"Well, alright," Angus laughed. "You're welcome to them. Glad to be of service."