"Both," Marcus said. "I think I fell off a horse first, though, honestly. The bike came later, and by then, I had the lesson about getting right back on engraved in my brain." He laughed when she asked if she stank. "No. I just don't want you dripping sweat into everyone's lunch, thank you," Marcus teased.
Angus came back in, and he went back to the patio door and looked out. It was still on on target with where it needed to be. As he was watching, a pair of enormous Eagle Owls dropped two large boxes on the deck. Angus went out and opened them. Both boxes were jam packed full of all sorts of dollhouse miniatures, including some furniture, amongst other things. Marcus came out to see what was in the boxes, and he started to help Angus go through them.
"Did you order these?" Marcus asked.
"Yeah, and there are a lot more boxes where these came from," Angus said.
"Now those are clever," Marcus said, opening a little box with a couple of wing chairs, a camel back sofa and an ottoman, all done in a red tartan plaid. "That's the sort of decor I could really embrace in our stone house. Sturdy antiques, Scottish plaids, horse brasses on the mantle. Antique pottery. Decor that is as rustic and comfortable as the house is. The sort of look that gives you permission right from the start to kick off your shoes and make yourself at home."
"What does Aria want?"
"Dunno. We haven't really discussed all that yet," Marcus shrugged as Angus's stomach growled. "You must be hungry."
"I guess I am," Angus replied.