"Ru," he replied to her, "everybody makes mistakes on missions. It happens. We make judgment calls in a fraction of a second, and sometimes we make the right gamble and sometimes we don't. The advantage we have over other fighters, like the aurors, for example, is that we work with a whole team of fighters who have all sorts of advanced skills and who train all the time. I've seen some aurors who have gotten their initial training, and then they stop training after that. They do routine things or desk duty, and their skills get rusty. They're not the sort of folks I would want backing me up. Fortunately, when we ask someone to go along, no matter who it is, whether its Jack, or Yulong or Michael or anybody you're getting a solid team member that you know you can count on, no matter what. If the boys decide to join the organization, they've got some darned good team members to help back them up and to help grown them up in terms of their fighting skills..."
There was a knock on the door, and Angus answered it. It was Andrew with a large basket.
"Zoe sent me with your supper basket," Andrew smiled. "I hope you're hungry. Zoe's fixed an amazing looking filet mignon for the two of you, along with potatoes, a beautiful spinach salad with a hot bacon dressing, and a dessert she is calling individual Midnight Lava Cakes. It's chocolate, but it is such a deep dark rich chocolate that it looks like it's coal black. I managed to sneak a taste of the cake, and oh my goodness. I think it's going to be a new favorite with this bunch. Oh, and she's sent a split of a real champagne and a split of a nonalcoholic one. We told her that you like champagne, Angus, and it really isn't Ruby's tastes. So there's the real deal for Dad and sparkling apple juice for Ruby. Is there anything else we can get you two tonight?"
"I can't think of a thing," Angus said. "It sounds like the perfect celebration supper for two. Thank you, and please thank Zoe for us."
"I'll do that," Andrew said, setting out the covered dishes on the table. Angus could smell the steak, and he could smell that it had been expertly char grilled.
"I think I might be hungrier than I thought I was," Angus laughed.
"Me too," Andrew laughed. "That's why I'm going to hurry back to the house if you don't need anything--before Jack smells the steak grilling."
"Andrew, humans' noses will not catch the smell of steak quicker than a werewolf. Just isn't gonna happen," Angus laughed. "The only way you'll beat him is if our apparating spell is faster than his. I'd still hurry if I were you."
"See ya later, then," Andrew said, leaving and heading back to the main house.