"Its best to keep your mind busy, Khaat," Robert told her. "Go help your mother in the kitchen, Dear. It will be good for you." Khaat looked at Brian.
"It's alright," he said softly to her, kissing her.
"If you ever allow her to release that whore repellant in her bedroom, I'll do worse than turn you into a hat," Remus's image complained to Brian from the picnic landscape.
"What?" Brian frowned. "What are you doing in there? What whore repellant?"
"Apparently Khaat had an old bottle of turkish cologne left from when Remus actually owned it," Robert stifled a laugh. "And Remus's portrait is less than pleased with its scent now. Some of us didnt like it when it was fresh."
"I love that scent," Khaat said very softly, heading for the kitchen.
"And so thats what he's calling whore repellant," Brian said. "And I'm not to open any turkish cologne in my bedroom, then."
"Not of that vintage!" Remus's image ordered.
"Yes, Sir!" Brian gave him a phony salute. He looked at the others and shook his head, laughing. "Has he gotten more impatient as he's gotten older?"
"He never was patient," Robert said. "He just enjoyed spoiling the two of you."
"I didn't know I was spoiled," Brian frowned.
"Incredibly," Robert said, scanning his newspaper.