"Thank you," Khaat said. "He just really needs to work on that potion a bit."
"It isn't if he hasn't tried, Dear," Kate laughed. "Some potions just don't taste like pumpkin juice, I'm afraid."
"I wouldn't worry about Robert," Edward laughed. "If I know him, he's either gone to work for a bit, or he's gone into the Leaky for some fish and chips."
"He'd better not have," Kate scowled.
"He does it because they're good," Brian said.
"But mostly because you hate it so much," Khaat grinned at her mother.
"I do hate it! I want him to outlive me. Not to die of a heart attack from greasy pub grub," Kate said.
"Robert wont' die that way," Edward said. "A man like that goes down in battle, in a duel. Not from high cholesterol."
"Oh, and you make losing a duel sound so much more noble," Kate huffed.
"Sorry," Edward shrugged. "It comes to us all sooner or later. But, no, a batch of fish and chips won't hurt him, and you know it."
"You want me to go to the Leaky and look for him?" Brian asked.
"Not yet," Kate said. "You all know the pressure he's under. With more and more rebellion in the streets every day by people who haven't the foggiest idea what they're backing."
"You'd have thought they'd have learned when they backed one of the most evil wizards of all time when he wanted to take over. Morons," Brian sighed. "And why aren't we all living in Tuscany and letting them have it if they want it so much?"
"Be careful what you wish for," Michael said grimly. "You just might get it. Robert won't let any of you stay here if the government falls. But he won't let it fall the same way he did the last time. If they think he won't go down without a fight, then they're even dumber than I think they are."