Michael put together a tray for Angus and Andrew and he covered it with cloches and added a couple bottles of cold soda for them and floated the tray over to the duplex. Then he used a sonorus and called everyone outside
"Supper outside. Come and get it before Jack does," he called.
"What the heck?" Andrew laughed, hearing the sonorus. It woke Angus, and Angus had to laugh.
"Family humor. Jack has a large appetite, so it is a running joke that if something is particularly good, everyone better get their serving before Jack finds it or they won't get a serving. It isn't true, of course, but Jack enjoys the attention, I think."
"Um...Is that a supper tray I see floating our direction?" Andrew asked.
"Probably," Angus said. Andrew opened the door just in time to fetch the tray, and he gave Michael a wave of thanks, brought in the tray, and closed the door.
"It smells like...oh, it is. Steak. Two big gorgeous looking New York strip steaks, shrimp skewers, corn on the cob, baked potatoes, salad, garlic bread, sodas."
"God, sounds like food for four," Angus said.
"Pretty much. Hope your hungry. Oh, I do have a tray table for you. Let me get it. I think it got apparated up to one of the empty spare rooms til I could unpack it." Andrew had indeed ordered a medical style overbed table to be used upstairs and one to be used downstairs. He apparated downstairs with one, set it up in front of the recliner, helped Angus adjust the recliner so he could sit up and eat, and put his supper on the tray table.
"I can't think of a better salute to New York," Andrew said. "The steak is perfect. Couldn't ask for better even back home. Is Michael a chef too?"
"No, but he does understand good food, and he dearly loves to cook," Angus said.