"Fresh pasta," he replied. "It takes a bit to dry if its done correctly. I'm looking forward to going back. I want to work on Abbey's party, and there's a lot of planting and spring gardening to be done. The estate is very self sufficient. I want us to have more than sufficient crops this year so that, if we need to, we can provide for ourselves for a long time. Our outdoor crew is good, but they don't have the experience that I do in knowing what it takes to manage the estate or to provide for that many people. When we get back, I'm going to talk to Robert and be sure he's thought of essentials for all the safehouses--clothes, potions, that sort of thing. As quickly as the kids are growing, whatever sizes he stocked there when we were there last aren't going to fit. They were babies then."
Khaat and Brian had done all the shopping they wanted. They took the tiny kitten with them and ported to Kate and Robert's farm--where Khaat and Brian had both grown up.. Kate was making a large pot of homemade chicken and noodles, with another large pot of mashed potatoes, and a loaf of homemade wheat bread sat cooling on the cutting board. The table was already set for nine.
"It took you long enough," Kate said, not looking up from stirring the kettle of chicken and noodles.
"How did you know we were coming?" Brian asked. "Did you see something?"
"I'm your mother. It doesn't take a seer to know you two couldn't stay away any longer...." Kate began. The kitten mewed, not happy with porting. Kate spun around to see the tiny baby tucked in Khaat's sling. "A baby!" she was delighted. She dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went over and took it from Khaat. "Its beautiful but so tiny...and a bit underweight."
"I do presume you can deal with that," Brian said.
"I'd be delighted," Kate beamed. "Robert, they're here!"