"I'm glad you like it," Angus said. The kids raved about the bacon too, and Sam swiped a few slices, saying he was going to take a bacon butty to lunch. The other kids graoned because there wasn't enough maple bacon for them to all make bacon buttys. "I need to make more bacon, clearly," Angus laughed, getting up. He got out more bacon, put a bunch of it on a sheet pan, glazed it with maple syrup and put it in the oven. "You lot are responsible for taking it out when its ready," Angus told the kids.
"How do we know when its done?"
"Before it burns," he laughed. Ginger rolled her eyes at him. "Alright. At that temperature, about 12 minutes would be good."
"Before it burns," Ginger mumbled, shaking her head.
"Do leave a couple pieces for Aria--if she gets up before lunch, won't you?" Angus told the kids. Just about that time, he heard Caprice starting to have some sort of big temper tantrum upstairs. "I'll get it," he said. He went upstairs and found she had tried to squeeze out of the crib and had only succeeded in getting the sleeve of her sleeper stuck between the bars on the side rail. In fact, it was caught so badly, Angus had to actually clip the sleeve of the sleeper. He took her downstairs and handed her to Ruby.
"She's irked that she can't squeeze out through the rails," he told her. "And she stinks. I think she's probably had a blowout. If you take care of little Miss Stinky, I'll help the kids pack a decent lunch since I doubt we'll be home at lunch, and I'll see if Edward's free."
In the meantime, Nigel was just coming out of Robert's bedroom, yawning tiredly, when he ran into Khaat in the hallway.
"Nigel? I didn't know you were here. When did you get in?" she asked.
"Ten minutes til four--your time," he said. "I'm heading for some of your French roast."
"What brings you?"
"Your mother. Well, specifically, your mother found out that your father had an accident yesterday when she accidently elbowed him in the night," Nigel said. "He's grounded for today, maybe for two or three days, actually. If you want to talk, you'd better be able to follow me to the coffee pot."