"I'm glad," Robert told Ruby, hearing the positive report. "He needed the rest, so I'm also glad you let him sleep. Going to Paris, this morning, huh? Good. I may be there myself sometime this morning. I've sent messages to Daphne and to Lee. If they can make it, I'll host a meeting with them at the Paris office. Neither one has actually been in our headquarters there, and if I want them to take us seriously, they have to see that we are very serious. I do believe they know that, but I really do want them to see our operation. So maybe I'll be there."
"You'll be where?" Nigel asked, coming in.
"Paris," Robert said.
"Taking a muggle plane, are you?" Nigel asked.
"What?" Robert asked, lost. Nigel took a raisin out of one of the oatmeal toppings bowls and set it on the table in front of Robert.
"Levitate that. Give it a go, then. Let's see what you've got," Nigel said. Robert tried and had nothing at all. "Precisely. So unless you sprout wings, you'll be flying muggle airlines, then. And they're a huge pain in the bum. How a muggle can take something so joyous and foul it up so completely is beyond me but they can manage to make an all day affair out of what should be a one hour flight even by their standards. Idjits--all of them."
"I told him I'd take him," Michael said to Nigel.
"How does that teach him how to take care of himself? You aren't helping, Tremaine."
"He's not using magic or his hands, so as I see it, I'm helping. Eat something. You're cranky when you're hungry, and the fiber would do a man of your age some good."
"Evil," Nigel shook his finger at Michael. "That's what you are." Edward had been standing in the dining room doorway and he burst into laughter, seeing Michael get in some good digs with Nigel.
"That was worth getting up for," Edward teased, fixing himself a bowl of oatmeal with a healthy large spoonful of chocolate chips stirred in and a couple spoonfuls of muscovado sugar.
"You're going to put yourself in a diabetic coma with that," Nigel frowned.
"I'm an old man. At my age, I can eat whatever I want. Buggar off, Nigel," Edward said with a grin.