"Its good, Aria," Marcus said. "Thanks. I suppose I could have scrambled a couple dozen eggs if I had to, but I don't know if I could guarantee they wouldn't be raw if I had that many in a skillet."
"Its the same process. Bigger skillet, stir a little faster, turn the heat down a little, and give it a little more time to cook them all," Angus said. "Still, do leave the eggs to someone else, would you?"
"Probably wise," Marcus agreed. The kids laughed at the thought of Marcus cooking anything.
"Marcus only cooks take away," Victor teased.
"Does he even do that?" Anise laughed.
"Depends on how hungry he is," Ginger said.
"I've heard Robert can, though," Victor said as Robert arrived.
"Robert can what?" Robert asked.
"Fix eggs," Anise said.
"Kate would tell you that, yes, I can fix eggs, but she would not give me a kitchen pass to fix one damned more thing," Robert said. The kids laughed.
"You're going to admit it?" Victor asked.
"Truth is truth," Robert replied. "What are you doing up so early in the morning, Angus?"
"He's been outside and he's had two cigarettes already," Marcus said, "And we're just finishing breakfast."
"What were you doing out of bed? We hadn't discussed that," Robert said, going over to Angus.
"Smoking," Angus replied. Robert rolled his eyes at Angus.
"Trying to figure out if he killed a dozen people or not," Marcus said.
"Ah, so we're into it now, are we?"
"Oh yes. We certainly are," Marcus replied.
"You didn't kill anyone," Anise told Angus.
"How would you know?" Angus asked.
"Your gran. She went ballistic that night. And I saw what she saw because she showed me. And, no. You didn't have to kill anyone because that cow was busy screwing with your brain," Anise said.
"She's right, actually," Robert replied.