"Poppy," Angus said, "let me show you how its done. You'll have to be careful so the little buggars don't end up with formula in their lungs instead of their stomachs. If it goes to the wrong place, they could, essentially drown. Here. Its in how you hold them. Don't roll them on their backs. Don't overextend their necks. Tipping their heads up is a natural tendency for us because its easier for us, but try not to do it. Try it like this." He accio'd a couple dish towels from the kitchen and put one on his lap and gave the other to Poppy. He took one of the tiny baby voles, filled his pipette and gently opened the mouth of the vole, put the tip of the pipette just inside the baby's mouth and slowly squeezed out one tiny drop of formula at a time until the vole got the idea, and then it suckled on the pipette readily.
"The more they do it themselves, the less chance you have of the baby aspirating."
"Like this?" she asked Angus, copying his movements.
"Exactly! Good job. Look how hungry yours is. Remember his stomach is teeny weeny. The whole vole only weighs about 2 ounces right now. It's not going to need more than a few drops to be full."
"Then it shouldn't take long," she said.
"Not long at all," he smiled. He fed three of the babies, and she fed two, and all in just a couple moments. He let her put the voles in the nesting box and get the supplies ready to give back to Ruby. Angus handed Poppy a bottle of hand sanitizer to clean her hands before she ate. He used it himself, and then they both tucked into their lunches.
Poppy was fine at eating her lunch at first but then Angus noticed she was soon getting slower and slower. Marcus had already seen.
"You don't have to finish if you don't want, Half Pint," Marcus told her. "You let me know when you're finished, and I'll take you back downstairs." He knew she was hungry but she was just entirely too tired. "You've done exceptionally well for your first time up, but its time you give it a rest when you're done there."
She quit when she was just a bit more than halfway done. Marcus took her back downstairs and put her back to bed. By then, she was hurting again. Marcus took it upon himself to give her another dose of pain potion, and when she stopped hurting, she went back to sleep.
"Suppose she'll go to sleep?" Angus asked Marcus when he came back upstairs.
"She was asleep about five seconds after her head hit the pillow. She's comatose," Marcus laughed. "Thanks for spending so much time with her. She loves meeting people she has something in common with. She thinks you're brilliant, you know."
"God, I've got her fooled,' Angus said. "I'm just a jack of all trades. master of none."
"Not true. Captain Donohue, Chef Donohue. Swashbuckler, and all the rest. I really think she needs to meet Kate."
"I'll make sure she gets to meet her whenever Kate is free to do it," Marcus said.
"Thanks for the salad, Ru," Angus said. "It was great, but I'm stuffed now."
"I think he did really well," Marcus said. "He did somewhere between half and 3/4 of it. That's good, under the circumstances, I think."
Angus sipped a bit on his lemonade, and as everyone else ate, the house grew quiet. He started to doze. Marcus took the lemonade glass from Angus's hand and set it aside to let him sleep.
Downstairs, Victor had finished his lunch and was looking through paperwork.
"Jessie, where is Highgrove at, and why is there an old bill from them here? What is it, anyway? " he asked