"Yep. I'm on my way," Simone said. She washed the jam off her hands, and then went over to Angus's and took her turn to portion up some salad into a bowl for herself.
"Where are the babies?" Simone asked.
"Sam fed them lunch and put them down for a nap maybe an hour ago now," Marcus said. "That swing he made for them was pretty ingenious."
"What swing?" Edward asked.
"He took the old baby basket, transfigured it to a boat shape, put a couple throw pillows in the bottom of the basket to make it soft, and then he hung it from a tree limb and secured the babies in it, and cast a little charm so the swing moved back and forth," Marcus said. "The babies are totally in love with it. Minos's wife, Ili sat in the basket with them to keep them safe, and by the looks of it, she loved it as much as the babies did."
"It's really pretty clever. Reminds me of all the children's stories of flying ships," Angus said.
"You had quite a little collection of those," Edward laughed. "You either wanted me to read Treasure Island, or Peter Pan, or one of your stories with the flying ships. Rarely was it anything else."
"That figures. Pirate through and through," Marcus teased.
"We should call you Blackbeard."
"But he doesn't have a beard," Sam said, coming downstairs. "You'll have to call him Black Apron or something. But, just so you know, Caprice is a complete git."
"Why?" Angus asked.
"The only way she's going to sleep is if someone clubs her in the head," Sam said. "Angus, how do you make a latte?"
"I'll get it," Angus said, leaving his salad to go make a quick latte for Sam. "Mocha alright?"
"if you make it extra large," Sam said.
"Consider it done," Angus said. "Black Apron, huh? I doubt that name will fly. Thank goodness. Doesn't sound the least bit imposing. Sounds like a bloke in a filthy kitchen."