"Take a break, Cassidy," Kate said. "I'll stay with Abbey. Wouldn't be the first broken bone I nursed someone through. Go stretch your leg."
Michael got a chocolate truffle from the bag and popped it into his mouth and went on to cut potatoes into chips. Khaat had excellent taste in candy, that was for sure. The candy was a way of her trying to show her appreciation to those who stood by her.
Michael was fixing a large batch of fish and chips, using a bottle of dark stout in the batter because he liked the beer taste.
Robert had been working out in the courtyard on paperwork. He came in to refill his cup of tea and saw the bag.
"I didn't hear you go out," Robert said.
"I didn't," Michael said. "Your daughter sent them back. Seems she's feeling particularly generous today."
"Good for her," Robert said, finding a chocolate covered cherry. "Good quality. Wizarding chocolates are so much better than muggle chocolates."
"Agreed," Michael said.
"That wouldn't happen to be fish and chips, would it?"
"It is," Michael said. "How much fish and chips can we all eat at noon today?"
"More than that," Robert frowned at the 6 potatoes on the cutting board.
"I have more potatoes," Michael laughed. "But not that much room on my board.
"Please dont' try to oven roast them to be 'healthier'," He sighed. "I hate when Kate does that and tries to tell me they're as good as deep fried. They're clearly not."
"No roasted fish," Michael promised. "Completely traditional, I promise. I won't let her ruin them."
"Good," Robert said. "Pan roast hers if you want, but not mine. I think I'll go up and check on Abbey shortly.
Khaat had tried to talk Marcus into getting a manicure, but Marcus took care of his own nails. He was meticulous about his grooming and hadn't ever seriously considered a professional manicure. He saw more women entering the salon as the stylist painted Khaat's nails, so he got up and moved to be closer to her. He sat next to Khaat and tried to be inconspicuous by simply continuing to read the paper. He didn't notice Khaat painting coral colored polish on the ring finger on his right hand. When he did notice, he looked at her, paused and then laughed out loud.
"Touche," he said. "You got me."
"Shall I remove it?" she asked.
"No," he said. "Don't. In fact,..." He laid his hand on the manicure table. "Paint all five please," he told the manicurist.
"But...it's...coral," she stammered back to him.
"Yes, I know. Its fine," he said.
"You don't have to do this," Khaat laughed.
"Yes, I think I should," he said, with a grin on his face. "It will remind me for a few days to keep my eyes on you a bit better." She laughed out loud.