"Of course I remember," he smiled at her. "I'm hoping there are more stars for us in the future." When she remarked about the milky way, he smiled. "And, if you notice, every time you see it, the colors are different. It never looks exactly the same way twice. There's more pink in it tonight than there was a couple weeks ago. There was a lot of purple that night, and there's very little purple tonight." She asked to use his office, and he merely smiled at her. "Any time you like--just help yourself," he told her. "I'll help you, if you like," he volunteered. "There's three mammoth bags to get through, and I'm sure there will be more, so it's going to be a big job."
"I can help too, if you want," Khaat said. "I don't want to butt in if you don't need me, but if I can be a help, I'm happy to lend a hand."
Angus glanced over and saw that Abbey had fallen asleep in her high chair. She had finished an entire piece of chicken herself, and had picked at her potato. but now she as sound asleep and just about ready to get her long blonde hair in the barbeque sauce on her plate.
"Excuse me," Angus said quietly. He got and went over to Abbey and that was when others noticed she was about to get barbeque sauce in her hair. Angus picked her up before that happened. She curled into his shoulder and wrapped her arm around him, completely contented with him.
"I could..." Khaat began.
"Enjoy your supper," Angus said. "I've got her. I'll just go tuck her in and I'll be straight back. Won't take me half a tick."
"She's going to miss your bedtime story tonight, Angus," Brian smiled.
"She'll want me to tell it to her in the morning. Trust me, she does not forget if she thinks we have jipped her out of a bedtime story," Angus said with a smile. He took her upstairs to bed, transfigured her clothes to pajamas and tucked her into bed, checking to make sure her room was safe and secure before he turned down the lights and headed for the door. The last he saw was Fudge climbing up Abbey's sheets and then going over to curl up on Abbey's pillow, right on top of her head, nestling down in her hair to go to sleep.
"'Night, Fudge," Angus told the bowtruckle softly before he left.