Angus got up from the table and went over to the desk to get his cigarettes and his lighter.
"As long as we have time, I'm going outside," he said quietly. He went out onto the deck and lit up a cigarette, as Pip landed on his shoulder. He scratched the little bird's head.
"Oh, you're up," Simone called from the garden, seeing Angus. "Maybe you can help me."
"What's the problem?" Angus went over to her.
"These aren't the right squash," she pointed out a whole row of squash to him. "I baked one early this morning to make some butternut squash muffins for breakfast, and, well, they just didn't work at all."
"That's because those aren't butternut squash," he told her.
"Well, clearly not, but they were in a package of seeds marked butternut squash."
"Well, whoever packaged them is barmy, then."
"They aren't worth anything. They're all thready."
"Simone," Angus said. "Those are spaghetti squash. They're supposed to be that way."
"They're what?"
"Spaghetti squash. Whack them in half, scoop out the seeds, bake them in the over, and then take a fork to them to loosen up those threads. They have the same texture as spaghetti. You can use them for a gluten free entree instead of pasta and put your sauce over the squash instead. They're delicious."
"Never heard of them," she said.
"I'll cook some for lunch when I get back if you can come up with a sauce," he told her. "And, no, they won't make good muffins. They'll be outright terrible for that. There's pumpkin in the freezer at the main house. Use that for your muffins instead."
"So--forgive me for asking, but how are you--really?" she asked.
"Edgy as hell," he told her, "Ready to lop people's heads off, so i intend to smoke--probably a lot. But other than that, I'm fine. I'm going to go get another carton of cigarettes while we're out, I think."
"Edward said he's going to the tobacconist when he gets back. Ask him to get you some cigarettes when he goes. He can save you the trip," she said. "He needs more pipe tobacco."
"I'll do that. Thanks," he said. Edward looked outside at them.
"Come on, Lad. Let's go and get it overwith," Edward called. Angus tried to shoo the bird away, but Pip was having none of it. "What's the matter."
"Bird wants to come along, evidently," Angus said, coming back to the house, and coming inside.
"Well, bring him, then, and let's go," Edward said, as Angus put the letters to Dennis in his pocket.