"They look like they really picked up since we've had then," Edward said. "I don't think they're in nearly the same fragile state as they were when we go them just a few days ago. I'm betting Fenrir will be surprised and pleased. He seemed to think it was a certainty that these two weren't going to survive, but that clearly isn't the case now."
"Thanks, Jess," Angus said, glad to hear that the mother was doing better.
"We're taking them back?" Ginger asked.
"It is where they belong, after all," Angus said. "And before you worry about them being fed, I'm going to put together a box of supplies for them..."
"Already done," Marcus said. "I put together quite a lot of supplies. Four boxes of them in fact. It ought to hold the pack for some time, maybe up to two weeks."
"Good. Well done. Thank you," Angus said.
"Jess, you need to try one of those cinnamon roll pancakes. They taste just like Angus's cinnamon rolls," Ginger told her.
"But they're far less time consuming," Angus said. "No waiting on yeast dough to rise.
"They really are quite good," Edward said, spearing another one to put on his plate.
"How many is that for you?" Simone frowned at him.
"Three, but who's counting?" Edward laughed.
"Ruby's going to be sorry she missed them," Anise laughed.
"He can fix more," Ginger said.
"No, we're going to insist he make more," Edward said.
"Oh, Girls, I have everything packed for Angus, the boys, Ruby and myself," Marcus said. "After breakfast, would you please get yourselves packed. We'll be leaving early in the morning for Tuscany."
"Sure," Anise said. "Angus, are we bringing Dad with us when we go or is he coming with someone else?"
"Well, I don't know that he necessarily needs to be there as early as we're going. I rather planned that we would go tomorrow and the funeral would be the day after that. Surely there will be someone who will just come for the day on the day of the funeral and then head straight back. Your dad might want to go with them rather than to have to rely overnight on humans. We should ask him, though, what he would like to do. We could accommodate him either way, I'm sure. Now don't forget today is going to be a busy day. Sam and Victor are moving home today."
"We haven't forgotten," Anise fairly beamed. "We have the banner done."
"Where are you going to hang it?" Angus asked.
"Across the top of the front door," Anise replied.
"Then we can help you tack it up."
"I can manage," Anise said.
"How?" he frowned.
"I'm going to just climb up the trellis to the upstairs window frames and shinny across" she said. Angus burst into laughter.
"My little squirrel," he said. "You do know magic is easier than climbing up the front of the house, right?"
"But not as much fun," she said.