"Well, this is harvest time," Brian said as Angus took a plate to Khaat so she wouldn't have to try to get up. "I'm sure they're working up quite a sweat trying to bring all the crops in while they're at their best. We had a bumper harvest this year, so it's a lot more work than usual. By quitting time, the men will smell worse than that."
"I promised them a large end-of-harvest feast again this year, Brian. I saw where you had one catered in from Sparks last year. I can manage to do one here this year, and i didn't think you'd mind," Angus said, as Marcus came back out and joined them.
"Thank you. That's a great idea," Brian said.
"Berries! More berries, Daddy!" Abbey said.
"Did you eat your chicken?" Brian asked.
"She's working on it," Angus said.
"Alright," Brian said, giving her more berries.
"Be glad it's berries. With mine it was usually hot dogs they wanted--for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," Marcus said. "Berries are definitely healthier."
"That sounds disgusting," Kate frowned, just as Robert arrived.
"Who's disgusting?" Robert asked.
"No, no," Kate said. "We were talking of hot dogs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
"We might as well go eat a big piece of salt as to do that," Robert scowled. "No thanks. I'll stop at the Leaky for some fish and chips. You all enjoy your hot dogs."
"Not us. Just sit and enjoy your lunch," Kate laughed.
"My children, when they were Abbey's age, wanted hot dogs," Marcus clarified.
"Oh," Robert said. "I hear some American children go through that too because hot dogs are more popular over there."
"They are indeed," Marcus said.
"Just so you know," Robert said, "A girl came up missing last night around midnight from Diagon Alley--a blonde. All you women, I don't want any of you leaving the estate by yourself. You take one of us with you. No exceptions. I'll bring more men if I need to, but none of you should go anywhere alone. Understand me?"
"I didn't hear about that," Brian frowned.
"No, because I'm trying to keep it quiet for the moment. We're treating it as any other missing person on the surface," Robert said.
"Something makes you think it isn't ordinary, though," Marcus said.
"A lock of hair we found near where she disappeared from. Human, but smells like wet dog. I'll show it to Jack after lunch--if you don't mind, Jack," Robert said. "I was hoping that if it's James', you might be able to identify it for us."
"Would he take some random blonde woman?" Marcus asked.
"He hasn't before now, but anything's possible," Robert replied. "Jess, I don't want you traveling to St. Mungos until your scratches stop bleeding. It's very likely he knows what you smell like, and I don't want him smelling your blood on top of your usual scent. I'll put you on leave for a couple of days."