"Ruby said you usually take a muggle med, but there wasn't any in the cabinet, so I sent that instead," Andrew said.
"That's because Robert chucked the muggle med out," Marcus said, with a bit of an amused grin. "He found that in there a couple weeks ago, had a little mini tantrum about not wanting muggle trash in the house and tossed it out. Hope it wasn't important to anyone."
Marcus poured himself coffee and fixed a plate as Andrew finally fixed his own plate. Michael made his way downstairs, finally minus all his dressings today. The scars would fade, but they were healed enough that he didn't need bandages any longer. He was dressed in dress snacks with a plaid button down shirt and a blue v neck sweater over the button down.
"I'm heading out today to Paris for the day. Maybe overnight. I don't know. If you need me, you'll have to page me," Michael said.
"Spending the day with Daphne?" Marcus asked.
"I am. There are some autumn charity events that she has to make an appearance at, and she's asked me to go with her. So, I'll do that, unless there's a reason you all need me to come back," Michael said.
"I think we'll be fine. I think people will probably spend a quiet Sunday today," Marcus said. "Have a good time."
"Thank you," Michael said. "See you all later." He ported out. It wasn't two minutes later and Sam dragged himself, more asleep than awake from the basement, and poured himself a cup of coffee and poured one for Victor who was moving slower because of his crutches. They both yawned sleepily. Marcus could tell they both needed a few more hours of sleep.
"You both look like you need to go back to sleep for awhile yet," Andrew aid.
"Yeah, maybe," Victor said. "Sam figured he'd be in trouble if he didn't go running with everbody else, though, and he told me that if he had to be up, so did I."
"I think they look pitiful," Marcus looked at Jack. "I vote we give them a pass from going with us just this once. What's your vote, Jack?"