"They would very much appreciate some home cooked meals," Edward said. "Anything you want to fix, they would be very grateful. They will work from sunup to sundown, and they won't take much of a break except their lunch break."
"Italian lunch breaks normally run longer than ours," Angus told the others. "Theirs tend to run, these days, from about 12:30 til about 2."
"The breaks run longer when its hot outside," Edward said. "But they don't need as long of a break this time of year."
"And I know exactly how to please their little Italian hearts," Angus said. "When they're finished, instead of a barbeque, we could do a traditional harvest meal, and they would love that."
"That's a good idea too," Edward agreed. "You could make your gran's pork loin with walnut sauce that everyone loves, or a good osso bucco, maybe a good risotto, or some paparadelle with some sort of bolognese..."
"I'll have to do a giardiniera, maybe some artichokes, some stuffed zucchini flowers..."
"Please do your pumpkin gelato and your chestnut cake," Edward said.
"Those are easy enough, and they're both things I can make ahead."
"I will contribute plenty of good Italian wine. If you lot feed them lunch and supper, I'll ask Simone to fix their breakfasts. She likes cooking, so she'd be happy to take some of that on."
"Not to change the subject," Robert said, "but, remember the man who came here with a couple helpers and they all ended up as coffee cups? We've unraveled who that man is. His name is Stanley Marshall. Ring a bell with any of you?"
"Marshall? As a matter of fact, yes. It does. He was a Slytherin back when I was in school. Barely passed a single quiz or exam. I don't know how he even got a letter in the first place," Marcus said.
"Oh, I can tell you that," Robert said. "Stanley comes from money. His father, Thurmond Marshall, made a lot of money stealing other people's magical artifacts and relics and selling them toother unsavory sorts. Thurmond is quite a bright man, even if he is morally bankrupt. Stanley, I believe, is the product of Thurmond's pub crawling days that nearly nightly included a one night stand with someone. Stanley, it turns out, is Dora Hackett's current flame."
"What!" Angus looked at Robert. "That filthy broad has a boyfriend? Unbelievable!"
"You are entirely within your right to be angry with her, Son," Robert said. "Stanley came here to finish the job Dora started, hoping he could get the money that Dra was hoping she could wrestle out of Suzanne. As it is now, they are both going to have some Ministry accommodations in the North Sea area."
"Sometimes Azkaban is just too good for some people," Angus said in quiet anger.
"You know," Robert suggested gently, "now that the risk to you is somewhat lower, at least for the moment, you really could take advantage of it and you and Ruby take just two or three day break and get away. When the sheepfold is constructed and your critters are safe in Jack' capable hands, you and Ruby should get away for two or three days by yourselves. I'm not suggesting you go to someplace insecure, but nor I am suggesting you take Marcus with you. If we can find you a safe place, or at least as safe as we can make it, you desperately need a break away. The mental and emotional trauma you suffered is still begging you to take some very quiet, peaceful downtime for a few days, And if you still aren't ready to come back after two or three days, you let us know. In the meantime, I really think we can keep the place from imploding while you're gone. It's worth a serious thought on your part."