"Well, my I grew up on a small farm," Khaat said. "My mom didnt work. My dad was working as a potions master during the day and he would farm when he wasn't working. My mother gardened and did all her cooking by hand--nothing conjured. And, when she wasn't doing that, she was either training animals--usually owls and such, or was doing something artistic. She had converted one of the extra bedrooms to a studio for herself and eventually started to be recognized for her artistry--more for her stained glass and her weavings and the stoneware stuff she makes."
"If you've got issues with flowers," Angus said. "Khaat's mom is the person to remedy that. She seems to have the touch."
"So does your grandfather," Khaat said.
"My grandfather," he laughed, "makes a potion to help them bloom. Your mother just has the touch for it, I think."
"Mama," Abbey asked. "We have cookies now?"
"I thought you wanted berries," Khaat frowned. Abbey nodded.
"And now she wants bunny cookies," Angus laughed. "I think we've just been played." He ordered a platter of bunny cookies for everyone to share.
"You are not going to spoil her and give her a cookie after she chose berries, are you?" Khaat asked.
"You don't think I've ever slipped her a cookie at home?" he grinned.
"You're going to ruin this child," she shook her head, unable to hide a smile.
"That's not new. I'm probably going to ruin them all," he shrugged, unphased.
"Watch him," Khaat teased Bella. "He'll be spoiling Rose too if you give him a chance."