Angus nodded at Aria's New Orleans reference. Ruby brought out the lemonade.
"Thanks," he told her. "I think we're probably fifteen minutes or so from it being ready. The mushrooms cook pretty quickly, but I want it to all be ready at the same time."
"You can check it, but you do realize I have a hard time letting anyone else do that but me, right?" Marcus laughed, when Aria offered to double check the security later. "Besides, we know how to make ourselves scarce if we need to."
"I heard that," Angus said. "So do we, if we choose to. The thing about having six kids in the house is that it puts a damper on a lot of things. We'll have plenty of time for adult recreation. I'm not concerned about that."
"Shall I go get a bottle of wine?" Marcus asked.
There's a couple bottles of bordeaux in the fridge,' Angus suggested.
"Now, that's an excellent choice," Marcus said. I'll go get them. Aria, can you get the wine glasses, please? We'll need nine of them. I'll open the wine and pour it so the wine has time to breathe before we eat."
"I was just going to suggest that," Angus said. Marcus went into the house, got the wine from the fridge, and opened both bottles and brought them out to the table. Angus took the steaks off the grill, put them on a large platter, put some pats of French creamery butter on the steaks to keep them juicy, and then covered the platter with foil to let the steaks rest.
"Those steaks smell incredible," Marcus said. "I am going to miss this gourmet stuff every night when we move into the house."
"We're just across the pond. it isn't like we're miles away," Angus laughed. "Besides, with Aria around, you won't be trapped with just eggs."
"True," Marcus said.