"I have six extra large pizzas," Michael said. "And the gigantic salad. And there's always the endless desserts Lizzie sent if that isn't enough."
"Cookies?" Abbey asked, eating a slice of pizza.
"Yes," Michael smiled. "There are cookies. Lizzie sent some, and I made some. You'll have to pick which one you want."
"All of them!" she looked at Michael as if that had been a dumb question.
"You know the rule," Michael said. "Mama says one cookie because we make them bigger."
"Mama no care," Abbey shrugged. "Mama sad."
"Now how do you know that?" Michael frowned.
"She my mama," Abbey frowned, as if Michael had asked another dumb question. "I know she sad."
"So why do you think she's sad?" Michael asked.
"I no know," Abbey shrugged. "We gots berries?"
"No," Michael said. "I'm sorry. I'll buy berries tomorrow." Abbey scowled at him.
"No berries?" she frowned.
"I'll buy some tomorrow. I promise," Michael said.
"You buy lots," she said, making sure her order was in for a lot of berries.
"The gym looks fine," Robert told Jack. "Keep going. Putting it in the shed is a good idea. Alright, I'm going to go get Kate and I'll be back. Does anyone need anything?"
"Michael wanted the dogs," Marcus said.
"Oh yes," Robert laughed. "The dogs. I shall bring them. Don't tell him but I think he's about to have another litter of baby footstools."
"He's going to kill you for that someday if you don't tell him how to spay and neuter a footstool," Khaat said quietly.
"But this is so much more fun," Robert laughed, kissing her cheek. "I'll be back in a few moments." He apparated out.