"Don't go to any trouble," Ginger said. "Honestly, I'd really rather your house just do what it normally does so that I can get the feel of who does what and when. Anise and I only have our life experiences in the camp and the pack to compare things to, so i am more interested in knowing what daily life indoors is like. If I ever want to go back inside again." She cast Ruby a bit of an amused smile." Right now, this is as close to heaven as I can imagine. Oh, and I'm supposed to give this to someone." she reached in her pocket and got out a business sized envelope and handed it to Ruby. "It's a copy of the diet sheet that Nigel and Robert designed. i was told there's a chef here that can handle that. I would rather just pitch it and eat whatever the rest of the family eats, but I don't think Robert works that way."
Angus needed something to do, so he had organized the pantry and the kitchen simply because things had gotten out of place just over time. It hadn't taken long, but he had a drive to put things in order. Then he went up and organized the baby's clothes. He separated them by, then he broke things things down by onesies, pajamas, sleep sacks, socks, then, shirts, tank tops, trousers, shorts, and in the wardrobe, he organized her snowsuit, winter coat, spring coat, rainjacket, hats, boots, gloves, shoes, and all the rest. There was a set of shelves that held miscellaneous things like blankets and other stuff. Within each of those categories he separated them by size with the smallest ones on top. He had carefully labled boxes that were clearly labled for each new size. He left only the size she was currently wearing in the drawers. He took out anything she wasn't wearing, and he had a labeled box in the bottom of the closet for things when she would outgrow them, feeling Ruby was more sentimental about such things than he was. She was probably going to want to keep some bloody thing. But the "Outgrown" box, would get those things out of the way. And the "Outgrown" box was sitting on a box of baby equipment that she wasn't nearly ready for yet.
Marcus had let Angus ramble about on his own for a couple of hours and found him knee deep in baby paraphernalia in the nursery.
"What are you doing?" Marcus asked, amused.
"It's not organized. It needs to be right," he told Marcus.
"You doing okay?"
"I'm better busy," he replied.
"Fair enough. Tell me if you're starting to feel stressed again before it gets there."
"Of course, I'm bloody freaking stressed," Angus replied quietly, folding a pair of little jeans but not catching that they were actually inside out. "We've got freaking wolfsbane on the grounds. I know every plant and tree on this property, and we've never had wolfsbane here. I never allowed it because we have werewolves living here in peace...."
"No one's blaming you..."
"I know, but it could have killed someone--one of my two kids. The bloody bitch has gone too far now. She's gone after one of mine, and i'm gonna have her for it."
"Understood, but, Mate, think a second. It could have harmed anybody, not just the girls. Wolfsbane, in it's natural form, could have killed any one of us. So you don't know who that was geared to. Don't let yourself make mistakes in your logic. You're too experienced for that. We stick to the plan we made last night, and in the meantime, we do the best we can to keep each other safe." Marcus took the inside out jeans and turned them rightside out and folded them, and Angus didn't even notice.
"This has always been a sanctuary, a safe place. And it isn't anymore."
"That's temporary. We'll get through it. I think you should keep folding. You have a mountain of baby clothes to do. Just how many babies did you think Ruby was gonna have, anyway?"
"Eh, it was a way to disarm Suzanne several months ago, and it did make her all hot and bothered for a little."
"By making her think you were hauling in enough baby gear to take care of a platoon? Surely not even Suzanne would think Ruby would hatch thirteen at a time. " he laughed. "We don't usually do a baker's dozen in one fell swoop."
"I don't think she know that," Angus said. "She's only got one brain cell, and it takes at least two for a coherent thought. As I said, it worked for awhile."