"Jams, pickles, jellies, pestos, sauces, chutneys, catsups, mustards, nuts and nut butters, spiced apples or peaches or apricots, plain applesauce or applesauce with other fruits mixed in, sauerkraut, and the list goes on and on," Angus said.
"You're going to spearhead that, right?" Marcus asked.
"Certainly not," Angus said. "The Fae know what they like. They can spearhead it for us. I'll help if I'm needed, certainly, but I have no doubt they can manage to tell us the recipes themselves."
"Well, yes, there is that, and Aria has made a potion with Minos, so if the rest of the Fae can communicate in the same way, then there shouldn't be any problem. And while they're doing that, what, pray tell, will you be doing?"
"Preferably? Killing Priscilla," Angus replied seriously.
"Oh. And now I'm an assassin," Marcus sighed. "Somehow, when I joined the staff here, I did not think my job description would be so blooming fluid.'
"Well, there is that last job duty on every job description at the bottom that says 'Other duties as required,'" Angus said.
"Granted, but you might be pushing the envelope on that," Marcus said.
"Just to be clear," Angus said. "You're not the assassin. I am. I hope you're there to help me stay alive long enough to get her out of my children's lives once and for all."
"Well, I suggest you read Robert into any new plan you have to avoid a repeat of today."
"Yeah, I probably will have to," Angus sighed. "Not that I want to."