Robert finally emerged from his quarters, coming up to enjoy some of the sun. Brian looked at him and was tempted to tease him by asking if he'd enjoyed his romantic afternoon with Kate. As Robert passed Brian, he headslapped him, going past him, picking up a glass of fruit punch and sitting between Michael and Khaat.
"What was that for?" Brian frowned.
"I know you entirely too well," Robert said. "I mean, really? Next to the nursery and playroom for my grandchildren? I do realize I sometimes am not very bright, but I am truly not that stupid or crazy." He took a sip of his drink and then noticed the coins on the deck. "Well, now isn't that interesting?" he said, curious.
"Your daughter," Michael said. "She has a good eye."
"No," Khaat said, "she had her flashlight at the right angle. That's all."
"Would be great in Monte Carlo," Michael said.
"I don't know if anyone is into going to a casino, though," Robert said.
"What's not to like?" Michael said. "A chance for the ladies to dress in their best evening gowns, a chance for a lovely dinner out, with some five star liquor, and a litle harmless fun at the tables. You don't have to spend a mint. Go and watch. I have some people who owe me favors and some cover charges wouldn't begin to make up for what they owe me. There is also a fabulous film festival about to open there in a couple of days."
"And you want us to be seen, in the wizarding world, as attending a muggle film festival?" Robert scowled.
"Ah, well, there are ways to do that too," he laughed. "Unless no one is interested."
"Is there popcorn?" Khaat asked. Michael laughed out loud.
"I can arrange that," he said.