"Get some sleep, Ruby," Iya told her. I think we should let Angus sleep rather than to try to wake him to send him back upstairs. He looks comfortable right where he is."
Iya went to the kitchen at around five and put on coffee and tea. She found the newspapers and the breakfast pastries from Stella in the milk box on the porch, and while everyone else slept, she made breakfast quietly and efficiently. The pastries that Stella brought were a peach streusel coffee cake and some fresh beignets. Iya made a large batch of scrambled eggs, some American style home fries with fresh onion and garlic, and some crispy bacon.
In the other house, Marcus had slid out from the sheet, wrapped his robe around himself, and he had found a strawberry streusel coffee cake in the box on their porch and the daily papers. He brewed coffee and made some eggs and bacon, keeping it simple, wanting to let her sleep in a little. He wasn't a chef like Angus, but he certainly could manage some good eggs. He plated two breakfast plates, covered them with pot lids as improvised cloaches and set warming spell in place to keep the food hot til Aria woke. Then he poured himself some of the coffee he'd brewed.
Beau exited out of the dream state, and he got up silently and stretched and yawned and headed to the kitchen.
"He's alright?" Iya asked him softly.
"Yes. He's done dreaming. He's just in a light sleep now," Beau said. "God, that smells good."
"It'll be ready in a minute," she said. "I'm just going to keep it warm til they wake up, but you and I can certainly eat. Did he do any more brawling last night?"
"Yeah, well, we didn't have a choice. Her followers were drunk, and they were angry that Marie's plan hadn't worked. He'll have some more bruises today, but he's a damned good brawler. If I'd had a lesson or two from him, I'd have won a few more bar brawls, that's for sure."
"If you'd have stayed out of the bars when you were younger, you wouldn't have had to learn in the first place," she teased.