"If you want me to do something different, let me know," Angus told her, "because I was just trying to go on memory of what we had on hand. So if we're out of something or if we have something that needs used sooner, let me know. I can adjust it."
"I think it should be healthy for all of us, especially for Anise and Ginger," Marcus said, "since their physiology demands more protein anyway."
"We probably should have been doing this sort of eating all along, but the girls just help themselves to another helping of meat if there isnt enough protein for them. And, lets not forget there are a lot of other foods that aren't meat that are high protein. That's why I suggested a lentil soup for lunch one day. Lentils are high protein. So are peanuts and peanut butter, cottage cheese, black beans, almonds, spelt, quinoa, oats, wild rice, greek yogurt, tofu, avocado, hummus, edamame, milk, spinach, and all sorts of things."
"Maybe that's why I see them gravitate to greek yogurt and granola and fruit if they have to pack their own lunches," Marcus said.
"Probably. Marcus, is there anything I can do to help the girls for their dance tonight?"
"I can't think of a thing," Marcus said. "Just let them know that if they need help, we'll absolutely be there for them."
"I tell them that so often, I'm sure they're tired of hearing it."
"Perhaps, but sometimes they still need to hear the words."
"Fair enough," Angus said. There was a knock on the door, and Marcus answered it.
"Oh, Andrew. Long time no see. Come on in. I knew you'd be here sometime or another. Where have you been keeping yourself?" Marcus invited Andrew in.
"In Colorado," Andrew said. "One of the kids took a really bad spill skiing this winter and broke his leg in fifteen places. No one in Colorado would give him any good news. So Robert came, set the leg, and worked with him all winter long, and I've just finished weeks and weeks of therapy with him. I'm pleased to say he's back, on his feet. No quidditch this year, but he's not going to lose his leg now either. So what are we doing?"
"The shoulder again," Marcus said.
"Okay. Let me look," Andrew went over and picked up the notebook that held Robert's documention and began to read. "When you do it, you do it right, my friend," Andrew teased. "You aren't going to be playing quidditich any time soon either."
"Well, good, since I wasnt planning on it either," Angus said.
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