"It depends on who you buy it from, Brant," Marcus said. "Not everyone in the black market is evil. Or at least that's not been my experience. You might do well, if you're going to work in potions long term, to keep a bit of an open mind about that. You might find the connections useful.
"But I'd better get inside. If these adults don't go get some sleep soon, Khaat's going to have these kids under her wing all day tomorrow too. And that means I'm going to need to be prepared to run faster. She doesn't run so very well these days," he gave Brant a quick smile and turned and went back inside.
He made quick work of picking up the food leftovers from the kids and the adults and straightened up the room.
"I didn't hire you to clean, Marcus," Brian said.
"No," he said. "But if there's a problem, I will be far more agile if I'm not tripping over bowls of fruit salad, Sir."
"True," Brian yawned. He saw his boys shuffling in their sleep. They'd tossed away their stuffed animals in their sleep, and seemed to be looking for them. Marcus found one--a stuffed puppy, and he returned it to the bed of one of Brian's boys.
"I seem to be missing a blue turtle," Marcus sighed, looking around for the missing stuffed toy.