Angus came into the kitchen, showered and shaved and ready for the day. He drew out a bowl of dough he'd set out to rise all night and quickly finished making it into a cinnamon coffee cake with a sticky bun glaze and toasted pecans. He had an egg casserole in the fridge that simply needed to be put into the oven and he slid it into the oven with the coffee cake. The casserole had sausage and ham and bacon, with four cheeses, and some veggies. On the bottom of the casserole was a layer of cheesy hashbrowns. It was an all in one sort of a breakfast. While they started to cook, he set out a pitcher of juice and got out a bowl of fresh fruit salad, and cast a spell to cause the table to set itself.
Brian heard the sounds of morning beginning again. His pack of cigarettes were empty. He crushed the empty pack in his fist. He heard Robert beginning to try to rouse Khaat. Aside from the sound of his spell casting, the bedroom sounded quiet.
Michael came in ready for the day, and went out to the balcony first to see Brian. He saw the full ashtray and the empty pack. He drew a pack out of his pocket, resized it, and handed him one.
"Thank you," Brian said.
"Are you going to go see her?" he asked.
"Yeah," Brian said, staring out to the canal.
"Where is your mind at?" he asked.
"You know where its at," Brian said.
"You've let your mind spin around all night about whether she might not be able to tolerate this mentally. I should have slapped you at 1 am when I saw you out here. What were you planning on doing if it doesn't work out the way you want? Leave her?" Brian looked at him sharply. "So, if you're not leaving then what bloody difference does it make! Get up. Go in and see her. Now!" Brian got up and went into the bedroom. Michael emptied the ashtray and poured himself a mug of tea.
"I really should have slapped that boy," Michael sighed.