Angus watched the kids drink this tea concoction and slip straight off to sleep. Angus tasted the few sips of the concoction that Marcus had given to everyone.
"This is actually really tasty," Angus said. "I can see why this would appeal to younger kids. We'll have to give this recipe to Jessie in case Cris is still having nightmares from time to time."
"My kids still ask my mom to make it every so often just because its' relaxing and they like it," Marcus said. "It's sort of become their ritual they have, especially if its bad weather at bedtime. They have been known to say, 'Hey, Gran! It's storming. You need to make us tea tonight.' And if she just made them regular tea, that would be a lot like when my dad would deliberately choose the wrong storybook at bedtime just to get a reaction from them. I sometimes think they're going to be having her make this when they're in their 50's."
"Try yours, Ru. You too, Aria," Angus said. "It's good."
"Shall I put them to bed?" Marcus asked.
"If you like," Angus said. Marcus went over, laid his hand on the playpen and apparated the playpen with the babies in it up to the nursery. "Why didn't it occur to me to do that?" Angus frowned. No more than five minutes later, he apparated back in and put the playpen back in its place. "Any trouble?" Angus asked.
"They didn't even move," Marcus laughed. "I floated them over into their cribs, and they didn't move a muscle. They're both pretty much comatose, I think."
"Okay, so write that recipe down so we can make it again if we need it," Angus told him, getting back to his sketch of Priscilla's necklace. He had some of it from the fragment that Sam had given him, but it also remembered what the rest of it looked like, and he wanted to give it as much detail and color as he could. He tried to accio his colored pencils but the drawer wouldn't open. It tried but it ended up just banging over and over, unable to open.
"What the heck?" Angus asked.
"Maybe something got caught in it," Marcus said. He went over and opened the drawer, ready to reach in, but he drew his hand back. "Angus, do you own a figurine of a gold spider with black onyx sets in it? "t's about three inches long, and about the same width, maybe and inch and a half high."
"No," Angus frowned deeply. "Neither does anyone in this house, to my knowledge. Don't touch it. If none of the four of us have ever seen this thing, we need to see if Robert has any ideas of how to remove it. I don't think we should touch it unless we know its safe to try it."