"Thank you," Khaat said, taking the bag.
"It is indeed," Angus said. "Lizzie has been working on a cinnamon swirl cheesecake for her fall menu. I can work that in with the dinner menu tonight. Unless you lot object to potroast, caesar salad, and cheesecake."
"Anything you make is fine," Khaat said, watching Angus finish filling the sippy cups with creamy cheddar cheese soup. He had more sippy cups with cold juice and a plate full of toast points with honey butter for the kids. He flicked his wand at the large tureen of soup, the large salad bowl, and the platter of fresh sourdough rolls and sent them to the table, along with bottles of soda.
"Help yourselves," he said. "the table is already set. I'll take lunch up to the kids and I'll be right back."
Khaat was about to speak when the bag accio'd out of her hand and went to her father.
"Hey," she frowned.
"I am not entirely incapacitated," he said. "It gives me something to do. I'll help. But I intend to eat first. I happen to know he added a liberal amount of stout to the soup for flavor. He makes the best cheese soup around."
"I dont' remember making it before" Khaat said.
"That was usually a 'snowed-in-in-Paris' thing," Brian said. "But he's right. Nobody missed cheese soup night. Come eat." They headed to the table for lunch.
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