Michael called to Jack. "Be a good lad and run down the block to the poulterer's, Jack. Tell him I want the best chicken he's got. Don't bring me back one of those undernourished ones or one of those old stewing hens. I think I have everything else I need. And don't be long. I'm working on my mirapoux now."
Robert laughed slightly. Some things never changed. Michael delighted in cooking for the people he loved, and he was not going to let Brian merely order room service for her.
"Sweetheart," Robert said, "Is there anything else you want?"
"I think I"m fine, honey," Michael teased.
"Not you, you big git," Robert laughed. He looked at Khaat. "He has never been my sweetheart. Do you need anything else?" She signed to him.
"I left my shawl at home," she signed.
"The pink one?" he asked. She nodded.
"Tobias has a lot of those," Robert said. "I'll send someone to go get you several, my dear. He's just a few blocks away. Anything else?"
"We're good with clothes," Brian said. "But she's right. I did forget her favorite shawl."
"I got that one from Tobias a couple of years ago," Robert said. "He still sells them in every color. Oh and he has some that are lighter and some that are warmer. We can get an assortment for her. Steven or Jess, do you want to go instead of my sending for him?