Michael had figured they would be needing some sort of additional food at Khaat's so he had put together three enormous salads--one was a seven layer salad, one was a chinese chicken salad, and one was a massive chef salad with all sorts of meats and toppings. He figured Angus would bake some sort of cookies or something for dessert, but they were on their own for the main course. When he got the signal to go to Robert's, he packed the three salads and shrank them to fit in a picnic basket and tucked Jess's two puppies in his jacket pocket. Then he ported to Roberts.
He saw Jessie and Jack and Kaden there, and he put the basket on the kitchen counter.
"Salads for lunch," he announced, gesturing to the basket. "They're shrunken to fit in the basket. Tell Jess she needs to resize them, won't you? There should be plenty there for everyone, even with the new arrivals. So, where am I off to today?"
Robert came back into the kitchen, freshly showered and in clean clothes. It only took Michael one glance at Robert to know something was dramatically wrong.
"Alright, what happened?" Michael asked.
"I can't say I honestly know," Robert said. That wasn't like Robert not to know.
"Sit," Michael told him. He poured Robert a mug of tea and took it to him. "Start at the beginning." Gabe and Mira came in, dressed and ready to go to Khaat's, and when Robert started his story, they sat down to listen.
"Morning, Kaden," Robert said. "We've had a bit of a bumpy start to the morning. I apologize that Jessie's late. My fault, I think."
"Get to the briefing," Michael said. "What happened?"
"I was porting to Paris, and I'm sure I was almost there when I got caught in an explosion."
"While you were porting?" Michael frowned. "Were you splinched?"
"No, and I don't understand why not," Robert said. "The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a woods with Remus."
"What? Come again?" Michael frowned deeply.
"I'm serious," Robert said. "I was with Remus, and he was as real as you all are now. He said he believed I had picked up some seer's energies and it allowed me to be in some sort of altered state with him for a moment. I presume that means that a seer was killed in the explosion, but I don't know that to be any sort of fact. Well, I was only with him for a moment, and then I was waking up in a dumpster on the other side of Paris."
"You bloody well should have been killed," Michael sighed heavily, clearly unhappy.
"Evidently trash has some benefits," Robert said. "I'm not bleeding anywhere except from a bit of tear to the incision in my shoulder. I've managed a dressing on it, though, for now. It'll be fine. I'm far more concerned about getting to the headquarters to see what happened there."
He was underestimating the damage to his shoulder, he knew, because the tear was significantly larger than he had admitted. He had padded it with a heavy dressing, though, so he felt the dressings would hold, and he had taken a dose of pain potion and put a travel sized vial of more pain potion in his shirt pocket.