When morning came, Robert and Michael woke to see they'd both fallen asleep in the theater room in the basement while watching old muggle catburglar movies. They both woke with kinks in their necks, but otherwise feeling better. Neither of them had moved for hours.
Michael woke first and put away the bottle of brandy and pitched the ashes of the cigars. Then he put away the old muggle movies.
"Robert," Michael touched his shoulder, "Hey, Mate. We've slept clear through workout time."
"What?" Robert asked, yawning, "What time is it?"
"6:45. They're probably having breakfast upstairs. Its time we were up and showering."
"How long were we asleep?"
"Maybe 11 hours or so."
"Okay, I'm coming," Robert said, getting up and stretching. He had as close to a migraine as he'd ever had, and he knew it was from sleeping in such an awkward position all night. He went upstairs towards his room and saw Marcus was up and dressed and coming from Khaat's room.
"You alright?" Marcus asked Robert.
"Neck ache," Robert yawned.
"Oh. I have an old trick for that if you want to be rid of it," he said.
"I'm game," Robert said. Marcus stood behind him and gave Robert's head a quick twist in both directions, making a loud, grinding cracking sound. Robert breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Better?" Marcus asked.
"Yes. Thank you. Where did you learn it?"
"From a certain Greek woman on a state visit there," Marcus said, avoiding some of the less pertinent details.
"I see," Robert said, suppressing a slight smile. He went into his room to shower. Marcus headed downstairs and found Angus trying to work one handed to finish breakfast preparations. Angus's left arm was still immobilized in a sling. He was pulling sheets of his large cinnamon rolls from the oven and piping white icing on them.
"I didn't know you were duty fit," Marcus frowned.
"Oh, I forgot Khaat's coffee tray," Angus sighed.
"You're not fit. You're trying to do it anyway," Marcus said, catching on. "I'll get her coffee. Angus, you can't possibly do breakfast for this many people one handed."
"I'm almost ready," he said, already sweating and tired.
"Robert's going to give you the devil when he finds out," Marcus said. "Let me send this upstairs and I'll give you a hand or something."