"Well, he didn't die of embarrassment at Daniella's so, yes, I wager he'll live," Robert laughed.
"That's for supper tonight," Angus said. "I'll put something quick together for lunch." He got up and headed to the kitchen.
"Um...slow down on that, Aria," Marcus laughed. "That isn't tap water you're swilling. Irish whiskey can bite back."
"This is excellent," Robert said. "Good choice, Marcus. Angus, do we need to order out for lunch too?"
"No, I've got it," Angus said, taking some chicken breasts out of the fridge that were left over from the chicken he'd fixed a day before. He diced up the chicken, added some chutney, a little mayonnaise, some white wine, some chopped celery, some raisins, some chopped pecans, some curry powder, and some salt and pepper and blended it all up for some curried chicken salad. He used some of the soda bread he'd made last night and made sandwiches with it, using some rocket greens on the sandwiches, and he served it with some fresh crisps and some of the fruit salad from breakfast.
"This isn't fancy but it should be edible," Angus said, handing everyone a plate. "Curried chicken salad sandwiches on fresh soda bread."
"Perfect," Robert said. "I think the last time I had curried chicken salad was the last time you made it. It's a nice change from Kate's 'health regime' she thinks she can win me over to."
"Oh, God. What's she serving you this time?" Marcus asked.
"Some nasty green drink that she says is good for me," Robert shook his head. "It's like drinking the lawn."
"Sounds fabulous," Marcus said sarcastically.
"She calls it a smoothie. Smooth, my ass. I still have to chew it. Like a cow chewing her cud--nasty crap. She sent it with me yesterday to St. Mungo's. I handed to my secretary and had her send out to get me a toasted bagel and a mocha latte," Robert said. Marcus and Angus were both laughing now and Minos was laughing so hard, he fell off the coffee table.