"There are more than enough bottles in the potions cabinet," Robert said. "I've been keeping it stocked."
"Daddy," Khaat asked. "I have to ask. Have you had any of the symptoms?"
"Some. Of course. So has your mother. The potions is keeping the congestion under control, but we both have some of the rash," Robert said.
"How are you working your full pace?" Angus asked.
"I dont' have a choice," Robert said. "That's how. We do not have another potionsmaster around here. We have other potions makers, but not potionsmasters. Someone has to work on this business. And there is a ministry to run."
"I'll take care of that," Khaat said.
"And how will you do two at once, my dear?" he asked.
"Like I always do," she shrugged.
"Not if you dont' eat," he insisted.
"Yeah, yeah," she sighed, bored. She didn't want to further infect any of them. Angus motioned to her, and she followed. He took her into Brian's office and helped her get settled to eat there, away from the others. "Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome," he told her, "but we'll all be glad to have you at the table again," Angus said. "Let me know if you need anything." He left her to eat and returned to the table with the others.