Robert was upstairs in one of Brian's extra bedroom that he had converted years ago into a workroom. It was basically a mini potions lab for him. He was working on a potion when Ruby and Abbey came in, and Ruby said Abbey had gotten stung by a bee.
"Come let Papa see," Robert told her reaching out for her. He picked her up and sat her on his lap. "How'd you get stung, Poppet?"
"The bee bited me this morning. He was in the flowers."
"It did? Sounds like he was working and you probably scared him. I'm sorry. I know that hurt, didn't it?" She nodded. "Why didn't you tell Papa?"
"I cried. I told Stickee," she said.
"I don't speak Stickee's language, though, Sweetie. When those things happen, you need to come tell me." He laid his hand on Abbey's knee to removed the stinger and then he touched it again to remove the pain and redness and swelling. "Better?" She nodded. He kissed her forehead. "Now, let's talk about bees for a minute, shall we? Bees are hard workers. They get up every morning before its light because they go out while the morning dew is still on the flowers because, basically, that's what they drink. They drink the morning dew, and that helps them make honey, so they like it when the flowers are wet. So, I think, if you stay away from the flowers in the early morning, you won't run into bees so often. I bet Ruby doesn't know that either."
Abbey looked up at Ruby.
"Bees are most often out very early because the dew makes the pollen wet and its easier for them to gather when its wet. And, their primary predators aren't out as early as the bees are. Bees want to get their work done before their predators wake up, and I can't blame them," Robert told Ruby. "So, yeah, its best for her to leave the flowers alone until a little later in the morning. She's fine now, though. Aren't you?" He gave Abbey a little kiss and a hug.
"Tanks, Papa," she said.
"You're very welcome," he smiled.
"Whatchu doin'?"
"Making a potion. So what are you and Ruby doing?"
"Making cookies!" she said brightly.
"Oh good. You know I like cookies," he said. "May I have one when they're done?" She nodded.
Edward happened to pass by the workroom while Ruby and Abbey were there, and he couldn't help but see the cauldron on Robert's workbench. He frowned slightly but didn't say a word. He went downstairs, determined on finding Michael.
Michael was working on assembling what he was calling a strawberry shortcake trifle for dessert with supper that night.
"Michael, has Robert talked to you since the debriefing?"
"No, not yet. Why?" Michael asked, paring strawberries.
"I was just upstairs, and I saw Ruby and Abbey in the workroom talking with Robert. Michael, I know what I saw. I have brewed my fair share of potions in my time. He has a larger than normal cauldron on the bench, and he is clearly making a very large quantity of polyjuice potion."
"You know," Michael said seriously, "that doesn't surprise me in the least. It should, but it doesn't."
"You think he's already working on a backup plan to deal with the mole?"
"Oh, I was starting to wonder if he had one," Michael said, irked. "Now I'm sure of it. He's already got a plan."
"Well, why the secret? Why wouldn't he just tell us?"
"Because it doesn't bloody involve us," Michael said, angry with Robert now. He already knew Robert was a man of many secrets, and Michael was alright with that, so long as Robert was open with him and Kate. "I think he thinks is none of our business."
'Maybe it isn't."
"Well, as one of the founders of our organization, I'm going to make it my business," Michael said. "I'll let you know."
"Fair enough," Edward replied.