"Very funny," Marcus replied. "Actually, beer is comparatively new to Bulgaria, in comparison with the rest of Europe. Commercial breweries weren't there until the late 1800's. My friends there though have said that the beer continues to get better. I didn't actually drink much beer there because the minister of magic preferred the rakia--its the national drink there, and its a kind of fruit brandy. It's pretty good, really, and its used in all kinds of situations, celebrations, weddings, church services, funerals, the whole bit. The homegrown rakia can definitely pack a punch, though."
"I'll remember that the next time I meet a Bulgarian with a still in the backyard," Angus teased. "In all seriousness, though, and I know its a change of subject, but I need to get outside and do some training, some duel practicing."
"I'll help you do that," Marcus said, knowing how Angus's mind worked. Marcus understood that Angus knew an attack was imminent, and Marcus didn't disagree with him. Angus wanted to be ready, and Marcus understood that drive as well. Still, he knew how fragile the situation with his kidney probably still was, so he wanted to approach Angus with a bit of tact. "You can spar with me, on two considerations," Marcus said. "First, you agree to light sparring and not going at it for all you're worth--not yet, and second, you rest up first since you were out this morning. Let's not rile Robert by pushing it. You're doing really well, but I think we should keep it that way. Besides, if Pearl is a ghost, all the dueling in the world won't help you anyway. Still, I can understand that you don't want to let your skills get rusty."
"I can't afford to not be ready," Angus said. "I can't prove anything but Pearl does seem to be losing patience. Time is running short, I think."
"And since I haven't dreamed about her, I can't agree or disagree with that. I have to trust your judgment. I do know, though, that when it matters, your training comes back to you, and you will do your best to settle it once and for all if she does strike--whatever form she is. Look, if something goes off the rails, I'll wake you. Fair enough?"
"Yeah, I guess," Angus replied. "By the way, can I get rid of this stupid bed and get my chair back?"
"That's another good question for Robert tonight," Marcus laughed. "I do realize you hate to have this bed in the living room, but let's ask him first. If he says yes, we'll make it happen."
Angus went out on the deck, wanting some open spaces and fresh air. He saw Poppy still fascinated by the Fae, and he was glad she was enjoying it. one of the Fae women appeared to be teaching her something. He stretched out on one of the lounges on the deck, and soon he dozed off.
"I think we may have to bring his chair back, regardless," Marcus told Ruby quietly. "He's doing is best to be compliant, but I think he's had enough of being sidelined. I'll talk to Robert when he gets home tonight because if Robert doesn't let him off of being benched, Angus is soon going to do whatever the hell he wants to do, so I'm hoping Robert's willing to strike some sort of compromise with him."