"If the forecasters are correct, you might well have snow for Easter too," Edward said, refilling his cup. He looked at Suki, "Suki, the Minister stays off to himself...."
"Because of the curse," she said.
"Yes," he said. "You might want to see if he wants a fresh pot of Earl Grey upstairs."
"I'll do it right now," she said, heading upstairs.
Upstairs, Marcus was helping Khaat make a list of what she wanted for her gifts so that Brian could go and get them when after the snow storm had come and gone. But she got to Brian's gift and motioned Marcus to put the paper and pen away. She sighed heavily.
"What?" he looked at her.
"I can't do this," she said.
"Can't do what?" he asked.
"I cannot simply sit in this house, in this bed, for months and months. Do you know how long its been as it is?"
"Yes. I do," he said. "I've been with you, remember? What are you saying?"
"Brian puts up with a lot," she said. "He deserves better. I want to be sure he at least gets a decent Christmas."
"Isn't that what the list is for?" he asked.
"No. I want to get that myself...."
"Wait," he frowned. "You think that you--crushed shoulder, baby, and all--you're going to go out and shop? Just like that? Werewolves and blizzards? Seriously? You think you're going to do this? You haven't been out of bed more than a couple of steps. Are you out of your mind?"
"That's why I have you, isn't it?"
"And just what part of this am I supposed to do? Carry you? Or protect you? The last I looked, there was only one of me. I know you're about as bored as you can get, and I do let you do whatever you want to do--90% of the time. But this is nuts. Sheer insanity."
"Get my clothes, Marcus," she said.
"Oh, yes. That's right," he said sarcastically. "I need to help you dress, too, don't I?"