"We need to feed them our own grain and hay first, though. if we want enough to make sure all the animals have good variety, we need to add more fields. I'd add one barley, one oat, one sorghum, one corn, one rye, and probably one hay and one alfafa. Robert's silos should be empty and so should the loft space in the barn so I should think we can get by without adding more crop storage. I'll get you a list of the wizards who make good organic animal supplements so that you don't need to ask me every time you need something. I trust your judgment on that."
"The good thing about having women like Ruby and Aria around is that they're always baking something," Marcus laughed. "She says take one, but she doesn't mind if you take two. She says take one, and we always take two and she hasn't smacked us yet for taking two."
"Don't give her ideas," Angus said.
"Angus," Robert's voice came through the floo, "you awake?"
"I am," Angus said.
"Dora Hackett is facing a hearing with the Wizengamot, and the prosecution wants to lay out a strong case," he said. "Do you understand where I'm going with this?"
"Yeah. I do," Angus said, seriously. "They can't make a case without me, can they?"
"Not with their side saying it was just a harmless prank."
"Drop it, then and let her go free," Angus said.
"That's exactly what I thought you'd say. Look, I don't think that's wise. I'll buy some time, and you and I can discuss it when I get home tonight."
"Yeah, yeah," Angus said. Marcus looked at Angus, knowing Angus's response was his way of trying, indirectly, to say he wasn't going to talk about it, not tonight, not any other night.
"I hear you. I'll talk to you tonight," Robert sighed, turning the floo off.