Marcus arrived after seeing Vasil and his family off. He came in and poured himself some coffee while Angus headed to the kitchen to put away the breakfast leftovers.
"Well, it sounded like Robert was willing to help is either resolve it if we wanted or to let him go do a little time in the nick," Angus said as he worked. "It all started when Sam got really angry with how he thought I was helping Anise polish her skills for the tournament. He blames me that she got hurt, and he thinks he could do a better job."
"Well, he can't do a better job than you because he's just about as new at it as Anise is," Marcus said. "He is not all that and a bag of chips, not anytime, and not with a wand either. He's become more than a little arrogant, in my opinion, and he's gotten way out of hand now. He should have just brawled with you and gotten it overwith. You'd have trounced him, he'd have sulked for a bit and that would have been that. But that isn't how it went."
"No, it isn't. And now, with some broken ribs and possibly a concussion, brawling isn't going to be in his plans for a bit," Angus said. "Personally, I really would rather wait and see how he is once he sobers up. Sam may make some foolish decisions at times but he isn't stupid. I'm hoping that losing a brawl with the sorts of seedy characters that go to the Hogs Head might wise him up a little."
"Hopefully," Marcus nodded. "Did you ever have a brawl teach you anything?"
"Yeah," Angus laughed. "That I needed to get better at brawling." That made Marcus laugh.
"Well, yeah," Marcus said. "I had the same lesson. My first brawl ended when I got thrown out of the pub--through the front glass window."
"Oh. Ouch," Angus winced. "That would have definitely hurt."
"It did," Marcus laughed. "You asked if Angus was going to let Sam come home, though, Aria. If you think about it, Angus has never once told Sam he couldn't come home. The only thing he's ever said is that if Sam wanted to live here, he had to continue to follow the same rules that this house has always had. After that, the choices are up to Sam."
"Our door will always be open for our children," Angus said, "but if they intend to stay here, they know what the rules are. Sam is very capable of following them because he's done it up til now. If he chooses not to, then he's choosing not to stay here, and I've told him that."
He headed to the kitchen, took a basket to the pantry and gathered up a lot of ingredients and came back to the workbench to start prepping vegetables for a Scotch broth. He liked his to be chock full of vegetables and nutrition, so he was sure he was going to be adding more vegetables than most. He had carrots, celery, onion, garlic, turnip, rutabaga, cabbage, potatoes, a nice big leek, barley, parsley, and thyme. He got out some frozen peas and some chicken out of the fridge. He cut the chicken into pieces and put it into a big stock pot with the carrots, onion, garlic and started to saute it in butter and a little oil. He added some salt and pepper, and when he was satisfied, he added some firewhiskey to deglaze the pot, and then added water to create a lovely flavorful stock with some hearty vegetables. When that was all cooking, he added the turnip, cabbage, leeks, potatoes, the barley and all the rest of it to cook in the chicken and the stock.
When he was able to turn the heat back to a simmer, he got out oats, flour and the rest of it to make his own homemade oatcakes, and then got out some more ingredients to make a pasty crust. When that was all assembled and the oatcakes were in the oven, he got out crab and made a deviled crab filling for the pasties. He wanted to be busy. For dessert, he made a large batch of millionaires shortbread. And in between it, he did his best to keep an eye on Anise's ice pack on her knee, made sure she had her pain potion and then let her sleep while he continued to be busy in the kitchen.
"You're making it smell insanely good. What are you making?" Marcus finally asked.
"Scotch broth with chicken instead of lamb, homemade oatcakes to go with the broth, deviled crab pasties, and some millionaire shortbread for a simple dessert," Angus said. "The soup is just simmering, and the oatcakes, pasties and the shortbread is all in the oven. The caramel and the ganache are heating slowly on the stove, so I think I'm in good shape."
"That is a very ambitious lunch," Marcus said.
"Anise needs the extra nutrition in order for her surgery to heal, so I'm packing a lot into what we're eating for the next few days. And if Sam decides to come home, he will need some extra nutrition too with his broken bones--if he comes home, that is, and I'm not really sure I have any particular feeling about it one way or another."