Robert watched them dealing with some misbehaviors of the toddlers. He decided not to interfere. They were doing fine with the kids as it was.
"Wake her up, Brian," Robert said gently. "She really does have to eat."
"That might not be easy," Brian said.
"I thought you were into challenges," Robert said. Brian sighed and went over to Khaat and woke her up. Michael delivered five massive bowls of salads to the table. Each one had a different sort of chef salad in it. He had decided to let everyone take their pick. One had chicken, one had steak, one had shrimp, and one was vegetarian. They were all completely different, all geared to be loaded with tons of nutrition. And all gourmet perfect.
"You've outdone yourself," Angus said.
"They're just salads, Lad," Michael said, setting pitchers of iced tea on the table and baskets of fresh crusty bread. Michael fixed a plate for Khaat. He'd had this plan in mind all morning. He had made her plate to have just a few bites of each of the five salads on it, so that by the time she'd finished tasting them for him, she would have eaten enough.
"Hey," he took the plate to her. "Remember you asked me to design some salads for Sparks this spring?"
"Yeah," she yawned.
"You too busy to try these for me?" he asked.
"Its not like I"m going anywhere," she said
"Good. I've given you just a tasting portion of each of these five. Let me know what you think."
"Okay," she said.
"Iced tea to cleanse the palate?"
"No, coffee, please."
"Okay. I'll get you some. Do you need help with the plate?"
"I still have one good hand. I'll manage," she said, as he put the plate down on a small table in front of her. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he said.
"Michael, did I hear something about fleas in the house?" she asked.
"No, my dear. A bottle of flea wings. I think they're going to cook up a batch of magical snot after lunch."
"How appetizing," she said dryly.