Angus slipped his shirt back on, leaving it partly unbuttoned simply because he was a trifle uncomfortable and the shirt felt restrictive now. He went upstairs, and Edward, who was now eating a chocolate scone and drinking his espresso, saw the rib binder straight off.
"You do know that clumsiness is not a Donohue trait. You don't have to work so hard at making that happen," Edward teased. "You really have been a magnet for things lately, Boy. It's probably a good thing Ruby is learning just to patch you up and send you back out to go do it again. What'd you do this time? Broken rib?"
"Robert doesn't know yet. I just got too close to an angry hippogriff," Angus said. "I think it was hexed, actually."
"Okay, now is that sarcasm, or are you serious?" Edward asked.
"No, I'm serious. He had a wound to his flank that was oozing black smoke."
"Oh, that's not good."
"Robert's on it, so I presume he knows what he's dealing with," Angus said. Edward got up and looked out the kitchen windows.
"Evidently, he's dealt with it because they're getting the beast up already," Edward said. "I have a better question. Someone got that thing into me without me knowing about it. And something's gotten into the hippogriff. How are they getting by all the security to do this dark arts attacks? I think we can presume it was either Gelding's people or James's, Probably Gelding's though. But--how are they doing it?"
"Good question," Angus said. "Suppose we need to go take Kate and Mira and Jess and go through your house, and then maybe through Benjamin's? If that doesn't work, we might need to go through this house. Maybe our seers can find something we can't."
"That might be worth a thought."
"Anything you're particularly hungry for this week, Edward? I could use some ideas for menu planning."
"Some sort of really lovely, comforting ravioli, maybe with a garlic butter sauce."
"I have just the thing," Angus said. "That's easy. And any ideas about a dessert?"
"A nice, traditional lemon ricotta cake with almonds, if you can do it. Your grandmother's was the best."
"I remember," he said. "I'll give it my best shot."
"You probably shouldn't overdo until Robert decides how badly you were hurt. A hippogriff kick could have killed you."
"Not likely. It wasn't my head or anything."
"Now that, I wouldn't have worried about," Edward teased.
"I know, because there won't be much damage to an empty space, right?" Angus asked him.
"Well, if there had been anything up there between your ears, you wouldn't have gotten that close to a pissed off hippogriff in the first place. The evidence speaks for itself, doesn't it?" Edward laughed.
"You're right. I can't argue with that. Ruby, anything you're hungry for? Or anything you've heard someone mention they'd like?"