"That's okay," Angus said. "It's going to be busy tomorrow, so Jessie's going to earn it, I'm sure. And our boys will always be rambunctious lads, I think."
"Is there anything we should be doing?" Anise asked Angus.
"No," Angus reached over and patted her hand. "It's all good. We've got this. Do you know when your dad is coming?"
"I don't know if he is now," she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"He can't find the portkey you gave him. He doesn't have a way to get here now," she said quietly, disappointed.
"Hey," Angus said to her, squeezing her hand, "If he wants to come, we'll go and get him. We'll contact him straight after lunch and we'll make arrangements to go and pick him up so he can come."
"He said it's alright if..." she began.
"No. It isn't. This is important. We'll get him. Trust me," Angus said. "It'll be fine. Now, tuck into your lunch. You're going to need energy this afternoon if you intend to be the twister champion."
"With these klutzes? No problem," she said. Then she gave Angus a bit of a mischievous grin.
"That's my girl," he said. "Women are always smarter at such things anyway."
"Absolutely," she agreed. She and Ginger tucked into their lunches, starting to feel that if anyone could help their dad get to Tuscany, it would be Angus.
"What did you faceplant into?" Robert asked Sam.
"Pavement,' Sam said.
"Epic skateboard fail," Victor explained to Robert.
"It looked like an epic fail at something," Robert laughed. "Did you knock out any teeth?"
"Just one--over on the side," Sam said.
"Where's your tooth?"
"In my pocket,' Sam said.
"Straight after lunch, we're putting it back," Robert said. "Understand?"
"Put it back? You can do that?" Sam asked.
"Not if you leave it in your pocket," Robert said. "Anything else missing or broken?"
"Nope. Don't think so," Sam said.
"Unless you can fix Victor's jeans where he ripped open his knee," Ginger said.
"What? Is it bleeding?"
"Nah," Victor said. "I fixed it."
"What do you mean you fixed it?" Robert looked under the table to see the knee and he saw something in the hole of his jeans. "What is that?"
"A wad of toilet paper," Victor said. "It works fine." Robert rolled his eyes.
"Your boys need a lesson or two on telling us when things happen," Robert looked at Ruby and Angus. "Toilet paper indeed. After lunch for you too, Victor."