"Yes, there's plenty," Michael said. "Its in the kettle over the fire. The mugs are there. There are plenty of garnishes. You can add what you want." There were glasses of cinnamon sticks, peppermint sticks, rock candy sticks, mini marshmallows, slices of fruit--anything that the kitchen staff had thought people might be interested in. There was also a plate of Angus's sweet bread crackers with cheese and fruit, and a plate of assorted Christmas cookies and candies.
Michael saw Khaat had fallen asleep on Brian's shoulder, and that Brian seemed to be perfectly content just sitting and watching the fire. Michael took Khaat's mug and set it aside.
"Is she alright? Really?" Michael asked him.
"She's wonderful," Brian smiled softly.
"That's not what I meant," Michael laughed gently. "I meant her health."
"She's better every day."
"How is she coping without her memory? Honestly."
"It frustrates her sometimes, but the lack of speech frustrates her more," Brian said.
"Did she get a chance to shop for the holidays?"
"Yes. We did that, and I think she's happy with what she bought."
"She looks tired," Michael said.
"I'm pushing her pretty hard--at her request."
"Well, we'll be eating dinner soon. She ought to go to bed early. The kids are going to be up early."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. What are we doing for dinner?"
"The very traditional Italian Christmas feast of the seven fishes. There will be more food than you can all deal with--even Jack," Michael laughed. "Angus got a mammoth load of fresh seafood from Edward."