"We will definitely do s'mores. The kids will bring all the stuff for that. My parents will stock them for what they call a s'more bar. It has both cinnamon and chocolate graham crackers, regular marshmallows and some of the new stuffed ones--they're stuffed with chocolate in the center. They'll bring peanut butter, and probably jam and a bunch of other things to try to shove into a s'more. All we need to do is either bring hot dog forks to roast marshmallows on or plan on whittling down some sticks," he told her. "I've seen them bring sprinkles and chocolate truffles, and all sorts of candy to try, but I suppose that's what comes from living right above one of the best candy shops around."
"I don't think that'll happen this time," Angus told her. "Robert does not want any more accidents. For him, its one thing if we decide to take our chances,but its something else altogether for him if his spell fails. I know he's made sure to double check that every single time he has to patch me up for any reason. It's a pain in the butt, but I suppose if it gives us back some control that's a good thing. For right now, five is enough. We do not need six." He finished his ice cream cone and checked his watch. "We've managed to kill a couple of hours. Let's go see if our ship is ready."
He reached for her hand, and they walked down to the dock. He saw the houseboat and saw some of Edward's employees still on board but it looked like they were taking off empty crates from the ship.
"I think they're almost finished," Angus said, leading her up the dock. He saw they had put out a small boarding plank, probably necessary for loading groceries and supplies. He tried it first and found it was very steady. "It's stable. Just come across," he told her.
"Oh, Captain Donohue," a blonde man said, "we're just finishing. Your timing is perfect. We got your list of supplies, and we have everything on the list put in the galley for you. She's fueled up, and we've done the engine check for you already. All that's left for you is to either cast off or enjoy her as she is for the night."
"Thank you," Angus said. "We appreciate that."
"If you decide to stay out longer, just radio us or send us a message by the floo in the main salon, and we'll send you out a supply ship."
"Thanks."
"Well, goodnight then, Sir. Goodnight, Mrs. Donohue," The steward said, turning and going ashore with the last of the team who had prepared the ship.
"I guess she's all ours. I can get us to the island in a couple of hours, or I could anchor us in between, out in the middle of nowhere, for a very, very private night. What do you say?" he asked her, not really expecting to meet anyone else whether they were in the middle of the sea or anchored on the island. Either way was fine with him.