"We'll get there," he laughed. "You do realize that there are 195 countries on our planet, and hopefully we'll see them all, but we do have to take time out from travel for work, right? I'll check in with Gabe though, if you really want to go, so if he arranges a meeting, maybe you and I can go and pick up this saddle. Right now, though, with trolls perhaps on the move in our direction, safety really must come first. Alright, I won't be long. I'm off to do some dishes." He headed into the kitchen, and they did the washing up.
Then Angus made up a breakfast casserole and a large bowl of mixed berries and made up some dough to make something different. He decided to make some orange danish. They were similar to his cinnamon rolls but they had orange juice, orange zest and orange extract in the dough and in the icing. He made the dough and set it out for the first rise. He made the icing and set it in the refrigerator. None of it took very long, but it did give him a huge head start for the morning.
Then he went up to his room, set an alarm the middle of the night to go punch the dough down and set it for the second rise. Then he showered and, feeling tired, he went to bed.
He got up when the alarm went off and went downstairs, punched down the danish dough and set it for the second rise. Then he went back upstairs and back to bed until his normal morning waking time.
It was still dark out when he got up and dressed and went downstairs. He brewed both coffee and tea, and then he put a sheet pan of sausage and bacon in the oven, along with the breakfast casserole. He sliced the roll of danish dough into individual rolls, put them on a sheet pan and stuck them in the oven.
While all of that was cooking, he set up the breakfast sideboard with plates, mugs, juice glasses, silverware, napkins and trivets for the breakfast meats and the breakfast casserole. He poured a large pitcher of orange juice and put large pitchers of hot coffee and tea on the sideboard. By then he was able to set out the mixed berries, the breakfast meats, and the breakfast casserole. The last things to do were to bring in several copies of the morning newspaper and put them in the dining room on the end of the sideboard, and then to ice the orange danish, garnish them with just a little more orange zest and set them out.
With breakfast ready, he finally had a moment to pour himself a mug of coffee, and he checked the clock. Those going either out to run or to Paris had just enough time to eat before they needed to leave. Breakfast was ready, and with time to spare. He was about to sit down to take a break and get his first sip of coffee when Abbey came in sleepily, and she was crying.
"Aggie," she called, with big tears rolling down her face. He quickly set his coffee aside and he went over and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, clinging tightly and still crying. "What happened, Half Pint? Bad dream?" She nodded. "Aw, I'm sorry. Well, you can stay here with me. What'd you dream about?"
"Monsters," she told him. "Goggies and monsters in the yard."
"Well, come look. There are no doggies or monsters in the yard this morning. Let's go look. You're always safe with me. Look. See? Nobody here but you and me." He took her outside onto the back porch to show her that there indeed were no monsters or werewolves in the yard. As he held her, he heard her stomach growling loudly. "Uh oh. I think I hear a monster. Right here..." He tickled her stomach, and she giggled. "I think its right here." He continued to tickle her, and she giggled.
"I wuv you, Aggie," she said, cuddling into him.
"I wuv you too, Abs," he smiled, getting out his handkerchief and wiped her nose and wiped away the tears. "You want some breakfast?" She nodded. "Let's go get some." He took her into the dining room, put her in a booster seat at the table and fixed her a plate.