"No hurry, Jack," Kate told him. "We've got a few hours before lunch."
"I don't think I need you to go get Michael," Robert told Jessie. "He always responds when I send him word that I could use his help. Kate looked at Robert, and Robert got her silent message. "Perhaps, Jessie, it would work better if you worked the night shift, rather than the day shift."
Robert and Kate had both picked up on Jessie's obvious relationship with Kaden, and they both decided that, essentially, was none of their business. However, neither could they have Jessie getting into a pattern of looking for ways to slip off the farm or the estate during his shift either. Since Kaden appeared to work the night shift, if Jessie worked the night shift, then Jessie might not have such a drive to want to find ways to go into town on his shift. By offering to move him to the same shift that Kaden worked, it might be a better arrangement for Jessie.
Michael arrived as if on cue, and he set a wicker pet carrier on the floor, opened the door, and out stumbled half a dozen tiny footstool puppies in a whole variety of styles and colors, with a shrunken Faline as well. Michael resized Faline, and Robert scowled at seeing six little footstools running through the kitchen and peeing on the floor.
"What is that?" Robert asked Michael unhappily.
"Six little reasons I'm late this morning," Michael said. "And they're all yours."
"Mine? They're not my dogs," Robert said.
"No, but you're not doing anything to help me spay or neuter them either, so as I see it, this batch is yours."
"Over my dead body," Robert said, and as he spoke, an excited Abbey transfigured unintentionally to her puppy form and joined the chaos. Robert rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Kate looked at Jess.
"As if one toddler isn't busy enough. Now we've got puppies to look after too," she told her.
"So, what's on the agenda?" Michael asked. Kate handed him a roll of paper towels.
"Puppy puddles, and then, we've got to find out how a shapeshifter got onto the farm last night while Robert and I were gone," Kate told him.
"Really?" Michael frowned, now serious.
"Really," she nodded.
"Well, that's not good. Alright. Well, we have our work cut out for us, then."
"We do indeed," Kate said. She looked at Jessie. "Go have your tea and then get straight back."