Angus ported them back just in time to see Sam, Victor, Anise and Ginger going inside, and they had already apparently introduced themselves to Stefan and Danica, with Sergio's help. He was going in with them, clearly translating. So far, it seemed to be going well.
"That's our bunch with your bunch," Angus said to Vasil.
"Your kids seem to be helping ours feel at home."
"Well, ours are not shy in the least," Angus laughed.
"Neither are mine," Vasil laughed. They followed the kids inside, but when they got inside, Vasil saw no teens at all. "Where did they go?" Vasil frowned, becoming anxious.
"They have gone to wash their hands for supper," Ana told Vasil. "They will be back."
"I make mine wash up because of the work they do outside," Angus said. "Looks like yours went right along with mine."
"Alright," Vasil said, taking a breath.
"Ru, can you help set up the sideboard for supper, please?" Angus asked her. Angus went to the kitchen, washed his own hands, took the cakes out of the oven to cool, and then took out the moussaka and put it on the sideboard. Knowing how many people there would be for supper, he had made enough cake to make two of the 8 layered Bulgarian honey cake. He set the salad on the counter, sliced a big loaf of crusty bread into generous slices and put it out to be put on the sideboard, along with some fresh Irish butter. He made the sour cream frosting for the medovik cakes, and he sliced the layer cakes into 8 distinctive thin layers, spread the frosting on each layer, layered the cakes carefully, then he iced the tops and the sides and, instead of using the traditional breadcrumbs for the top and the sides, he crushed part of a pastry left from lunch and used the sweet pastry crumbs for the tops and the sides of the Medovik cakes. Then he sliced the cakes and set them out to be placed on the sideboard. He brewed coffee for dessert.
The kids came back into the kitchen, knowing supper wouldn't be far behind. It was then that Deni came back from the main building.
"How is she?" Vasil asked.
"Better. She is quite comfortable now," she told Vasil. "They have tended her burns, given her some pain potion, and their chef made her a creamy chicken and mushroom soup that appealed to her. She had some soup and some tea, and she fell straight to sleep. I don't think she had any sleep at all last night. She was exhausted. The healer doubts very much if she will wake much before morning. Before she went to sleep, she said I should tend to you all and come see her in the morning."
"That sounds more like her," Vasil said. "She is calming, then. Good. You're just in time. Supper is about to be served."
"I could smell it before I even got inside," she smiled. "I know I had lunch, but I'm famished."