"He's on some limited privileges yet til I say otherwise, but he's definitely better than he was," Nigel said. Robert went over to Diamond and took her.
"She's definitely already a bit better than when I saw her a couple days ago," Robert said. He handed her to Nigel. Nigel didn't speak while he made his check of Diamond. He tended straight to his work, making a lot of notations as he worked.
"Tea, Nigel?" Angus asked.
"Maybe just half a cup," Nigel said. "I have to get this assessment done and turned in as soon as I can, so I really can't stay.
"We've heard that this was all leaked to the Quibbler," Angus told Robert.
"Oh. Good," Robert nodded. "I was hoping it would."
"What? You wanted that to happen?"
"Certainly," Robert said. "I want the blame for that to go squarely on Tom and Suzanne for all their stupidity and not on me or St. Mungos or you for that matter."
"You had a hand in it, didn't you?"
"Me?" Robert asked with a mocking tone. It confirmed for Angus that Robert had somehow put Rita onto it. "Not me. Well, not specifically, anyway." That told Angus everything.
"Full cup of half a cup?" Angus asked.
"Full, please," Robert asked. Angus poured tea for Robert and Nigel and set the cups o the coffee table for them. When Nigel finished his exam, he put Diamond in the playpen to observe her for a bit, as compared to Caprice who was almost the same age.
"I'd like to see your final written report, Nigel," Angus said, not wanting to press Nigel for any answers right now.
"Of course," Nigel said. "You do have temporary custody, after all. I'll try to have it written up yet tonight if I can get it done. What am i smelling?"
"A cottage pie with a four cheese, bacon, and garlic mashed potato topping for supper," Angus replied.
"I'm eating here then," Nigel teased.
"He's only half teasing," Robert said. "Nicky is making a beautiful cream of asparagus soup for supper, and Nigel loathes asparagus."
"The only asparagus I've ever actually liked was some grilled asparagus Angus made the last time I was here," Nigel said. "I am not eating some snotty, slimy asparagus soup."
"You're welcome to stay for supper or I'll send a portion back to the main building for you, Nigel," Angus said. "I promise there is no asparagus in my cottage pie."
"You're a kind soul," Nigel laughed. "I figured I'd have to find a bag of crisps over there."
"We can do better," Angus grinned, not wanting anyone to have to eat something they didn't like.