"Thank you. Additional hands in the kitchen are always welcome," Kate told him as he stepped in to make the pudding.
Marcus frowned a bit as Kaden talked about his fear of public speaking.
"Nobody's going to ask you to make a speech," Marcus said to Kaden. "Did you know that up to 75% of the entire population has the same fear? Almost nobody is comfortable with that. Makes you just like the rest of us, Mate. You don't appear to be in any great distress being in the kitchen with us, and I'll wager its because you know you're amongst friends. A training isn't all that different. You're still amongst the same friends. It's pretty much the same thing except that, largely, they're outdoors instead of indoors."
"Nobody is going to force you to do anything you don't want to do," Brian said. "Wand speed is a good thing, so maybe all you need to do is keep practicing. You don't need a training program for that."
Angus got out the fixings and made the mixture for an extra large batch of a very lovely homemade french vanilla ice cream, and Kate told him where the ice cream freezer was. Angus put the mixture in the freezer and set a spell in place to churn the mixture to make the perfect creamy texture. Then he got out the ingredients to make a couple of different sauce types for the sundaes. He also intended to cut up some fresh fruit to tuck into some of the layers, and he intended to make some homemade whipped cream.
Kate put the roast in the oven to slow cook, and then she made up the batter for the Yorkshire puddings. She had a big basket of little tiny baby potatoes, and she decided to do a sheet pan roasting of them so they would have crispy skins and tender fluffy insides. She decided on doing some carrots the same way but with adding toasted pecans and a delicious brown sugar candied glaze to them. And Khaat made a lovely chopped salad assorted greens with apples, walnuts, dried cranberries, feta cheese, and a champagne vinaigrette.
"This looks like it is shaping up to be quite a feast," Khaat said.
"Did you leave me anything to cook?" a voice asked from the doorway. They turned and saw Michael in the doorway, in his pajamas and robe.
"Did I give you any sort of permission to be up? Did I not tell you to stay in bed until I told you otherwise?" Robert flew to him, frowning deeply. "Come sit. Slowly. Straight spine. No bending. You are not cooking today. Absolutely not. Why are you up?"
"He's bored," Marcus said, knowing Michael probably better than Michael intended to be known.
"He's about to be grounded," Khaat said.
"I'm not five," Michael retorted.
"Well, then, get ready. You're about to be treated like it," she said quietly, knowing her father's temper with such things.