"It's been nice and quiet," David said. "Anise dozed off, so Finn and I played fetch for a bit and then I found him a big rawhide bone, and that's the last I saw of him. I'm not sure where he got off to, but he took the bone with him, wherever he is."
Angus made a bottle and took the baby up, fed her and then put her in her crib. With a full tummy and a warm sleeper, she slipped straight off to sleep without any fussing. He took a shower and put on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, feeling this really was going to be a chilly evening. He began to get concerned that perhaps it would be nippy in the basement for Anise, and he went downstairs and did find it was chillier down there than upstairs. He peeked into her room and saw she had fallen into a sound sleep, sitting up in her bed, under the covers, but leaning against the headboard, lights still on. He decided to leave it just as it was. He went back upstairs and raised the heat just a couple degrees.
"It's pretty cold in the basement," Angus said. "I know she's adjusted to being outside, but if it were the boys down there, we would be turning up the heat a little tonight for them. So that's what I did--just a little."
"Good thought," David said. "Oh, by the way, Zoe said she'd send over breakfast bright and early. Marcus said she has breakfast on the sideboard by 5:30 sharp, so she'll have it sent over to us by about the same time. She heard some people missing some cinnamon rolls of some sort, so she went prowling around for a recipe and she plans on trying them tomorrow. That, and she's made a cheesy hashbrown casserole and some sort of an egg casserole."
"I bet they've been missing the big cinnamon rolls I made for breakfast. I haven't made them since about Christmas or maybe before," Angus said, yawning.
"Did it go well with the pack?" David asked.
"Yeah. I think so," Angus said. "What did you think, Ru?"