"Both of you really need to stop until I've had some bloody coffee," Angus said in a quiet tone. Marcus poured him a mug of coffee.
"You might have to make a couple cakes, Ruby. Angus, give me the damned eggs. What did you do? Did you crack every egg in the house?" Marcus laughed. Just out of curiosity, he opened the fridge, and then he laughed out loud. "Yup. You got 'em all. Nice egg wrangling, Tex. Give 'em here. Go drink your coffee. I can at least fry eggs." He took the bowl from Angus and set out a skillet to heat it and put some bread in the toaster. When the skillet was hot, Marcus poured the eggs in the skillet. Angus took the coffee mug and let Finn out to do his business. While Finn was out, he filled the dog bowl with kibbles and refilled the water bowl.
"Mate, you know, being all closed like you are isn't going to make any difference with us. We know you too well," Marcus told him. "You did say you didn't want any secrets between you and Ruby, right? And, well, trying to keep something from me just won't work. There's just no point. You really don't need to keep trying to do this by yourself. You need us this time."
"Yeah. I know," Angus said.
"Did she frighten you?" Marcus asked.
"No. She pissed me off," Angus said, and Marcus could hear the defiance in Angus's voice. "For just a knut, I'd go to bloody New Orleans myself, find that ..."
"Yeah. I understand. Left to your own devices, I'm sure you'd like to handle her yourself. I can't blame you a bit. When we find her, you get the first blow, alright?"
"Fair enough. And your toast is going to burn. The button sometimes sticks. Jiggle the button on the toaster," Angus said.
"Now you tell me," Marcus laughed, doing as Angus said, and the toast popped up, a perfect golden brown. Marcus took those pieces out and put more in the toaster.