"Nah," Angus said. "Look. I"ve already made espresso. And I've made the custard. Neither of those are hard. Take the espresso and mix in a bit of amaretto in it, simply for the taste, and then soak the cookies in it. Not too long. You don't want them to be mushy. Then you layer them. Like this. Cover the bottom of the dish with them. You do it. Then pour the custard over top and sprinkle with the the shavings of dark chocolate I made. Once you do all that, cover it with plastic wrap and put it in the fridge to chill. No baking required. It looks far harder than it really is, and its a sure way to warm up Khaat's heart. I have some fresh raspberries that we can add some sugar to and let them maserate in order to bring out their sweetness. They'll be great drizzled over the top.
When Abbey tired, Enzo decided enough was enough. He laid his big form down on top of the shawl, and when Abbey saw she couldn't get it out from under him, she curled up tight against Enzo and rested her little puppy head on his big paw. He licked her as she closed her eyes.
"Now where is a camera when you need one?" Angus laughed.
Michael had let Khaat have a good cry, and he had simply held her. He got her to finally talk about how deeply hurt she had been by Steven and how it had truly made her feel that she wasn't anything but a burden to any of them. She had tried repeatedly to get that thought out of her mind, but when she had known she was going to die at the fashion show, a part of her had truly welcomed it in order that the people she loved might be free of being bothered anymore with her and the problems that had followed her. She told Michael honestly that she had willed her spirit to separate from her body, willed herself to die, to end it for them all, and that she had not willingly come back. That Remus had shoved her back across the veil in order to save Robert's life. It had been the only reason she had come back at all. And now Steven was back. She was back. And she didn't know why. She was having a hard time finding a reason to still be here. She felt like a failure for not knowing how to cross quickly enough that her father could not bring her back.
"If I were a seer," Michael sighed, "if I had a way to talk to Remus, maybe I'd have a way to help you get the answers from him. It doesnt sound to me that this was your fault for not dying quick enough. I don't think that is the issue. I don't have the answers you need, but I don't believe for one minute that everyone else is so bloody miserable because you're still breathing. I don't think everyone feels the way Steven said he felt. I have no idea why he even thought it, much less said it. I have no clue. But I do know this. I know how very much you are loved. And I do know that I can't imagine a world without you in it." He kissed her forehead.