"Khaat's fine," Brian said, still soothing Abbey. "Still a bit overwhelmed at all of this, but I think its understandable, really...."
"Daddy," Abbey tugged on his shirt sleeve.
"Yes, Sweetie?" he asked.
"Will Papa no read no more, with the pictures on the ceiling?" she asked. Brian understood what she meant. Robert had developed a charm that he could simply look like he was grabbing the illustrations out of the books and throw them up on the ceiling where the illustrations would play out on the ceiling. Abbey loved to lay on the floor and watch her stories move across the ceilings. If Papa had his voice, maybe he wouldn't toss the pictures up anymore.
"I am quite sure that if you want him to throw them up there, he'll do it for you," Brian said. "He'll do whatever makes you happy."
"Then he gots to stay home with me all the time," she nodded.
"You can tell him yourself a bit later," he laughed. "I don' know if it will last, Jack, but I don't know when I've seen you so out of shape. You're going to have to hit the gym and get that worked out. Should I start you all over in your training?"
"Don't scare him off," Khaat said to him, knowing how brutal Brian could be as a trainer.