Angus and Marcus took the girls to Evan's, and the girls were glad to get there. Before he and Angus left, Marcus looked at them.
"I am sorry, Girls, that Aria and I ruined your evening. My apologies," Marcus said. "
We need to try hard not to do that anymore. I am really sorry."
"No problem, really," Anise said. "Angus has always said family is best when its family of the heart. We didn't get it until we moved in there. We get it now. You're part of that for us now, so, it's all good."
"Yeah?" Marcus smiled.
"Yeah," Anise hugged him, and he kissed her forehead.
"Thanks. Now, go enjoy your evening," Marcus told them. They disappeared to go find Evie and Faith. Angus and Marcus left Evan's and they took a bit of a short walk into the village, stopped at the tobacconist's and got some good cigarettes. The tobacconist knew that Angus was the heir to the Donohue fortune, so he gave Angus and Marcus each one of his best cigars. The two of them thanked him, and the ported home.
They landed in the yard and they walked around the house to the back. Angus tapped lightly on the deck door in back and waved to let her know they were home. The two of them didn't want to bring the cigars into the house in case they weren't all that aromatic. So they sat out on the deck, bit the ends off their cigars and lit them up.
Contrary to what they expected these cigars smelled quite lovely, like some roasted pecans, some fragrant smoked woods, and best quality brandy. Angus believed that it was a scent that even Ruby wouldn't have minded in the house, but still, some things were best outdoors.
"God, these are lovely," Marcus sighed.
"They are indeed. Shall we buy some?"
"If you dont't, I will," Marcus said.
"Is she going to let you smoke them when you move into the cottage?"
"I'm going to take one room, and I think I know which one, and I'm going to make it my own personal...what's the muggle phrase now...man cave?" Angus nodded. "And I'm going to my damned red plaid furniture in it. I can't do nothing but blue and green. Personally, I hate it. But if that's what she wants, she can have it, I suppose. I need bright, warm colors, so I'll have one room. I'll keep the door closed so she doesn't have to deal with it, but I know where I can get a fabulous antique humidor, and I'll fill it up with these cigars. I'll put in a bar cart--or maybe a wet bar, and we can drink whiskey and smoke cigars all damned night if we want."
"Better make your red plaid furniture some decent sofas then," Angus laughed.
"Good thought," Marcus said. The two of them saw a flash of lightning off to the west. "How far out do you think that is?"
"Oh, maybe an hour or 90 minutes. We have some time," Angus said.
"Suppose the Fae are drunk yet?"
"Not yet. I think they're professional little ale drinkers," Angus laughed.