"No thank you," Robert said. "I hope to just make sure Khaat's alright and then come downstairs and let them both sleep. Go ahead and sleep." He went to Khaat's room and went in and found she was in such a deep sleep that he didn't expect her to wake for several hours. She and Angus, neither one, were going to hear a thing for quite awhile. That was a good thing. He moved the pink silk and looked and saw a much smaller and faded cobra over her heart. And the thing was really angry. It sprang into a striking pose and hissed and spit at him.
"Oh no you don't, you evil thing," Robert scowled. "Off my daughter. Away with you. I've had enough of you now. You were cast out by her whole family, and now I cast you out. Every trace of you and the hex you carry. Be gone. Back to hell with you!" He drew his wand and fired a powerful blast at it. He looked back and saw that only a burn mark remained. He touched it. The hex and its carrier were gone. He got the burn ointment out and dressed the wound with a soft gauze patch and adhesive tape. Khaat hadn't moved. Now he re-checked her and covered her and then went downstairs to join the rest for breakfast.
"Welcome home," Kate kissed him. "Tea?"
"No," he said. "French roast. Strong."
"Coming right up, Dear." She brought him a cup of powerfully brewed French Roast. She knew he was tired. "How are Khaat and Angus?"
"Sleeping. Very comfortable, I believe," he said, sipping on the coffee and sighing with relief at the taste of the coffee. "I would not be surprised if they slept most or all of the day today."
"You'll keep an eye on them?"
"Well, I do have Jess and Brian to help me, but yes," he said, as his stomach growled very loudly. "Oh. I almost forgot. In my bag, Kate please." She went to his bag and drew out a shrunken bag made out of fine mesh. She resized it. It was almost ten pounds of the gourmet, sweet Italian lemons they all loved so very much. She looked back in the bag and found a second bag. She resized it and found a mammoth cloth bag of fresh Italian breads. The third thing she drew out of the bag was a box. When she resized it, she found it was the biggest bakery box she had ever seen. When she opened it, she found not only breakfast pastries, but cookies, and a spectacular looking Italian cake.
"There is enough sugar here to keep everyone in this house happy for a week," she laughed.
"Edward is sending more Italian favorites to us," Robert said. "He only asks that we keep him updated regularly on Angus."
"And I'm sure we will," Kate said.
"Robert," Brian said, breaking a fresh croissant into pieces for Abbey and Dakota and handing the pieces to him. "Do you know anything about my mission?"
"It was a success," Robert said. "I'll brief you later. Enjoy your breakfast for now, Son."