"Figures that we would be left to the grunt work," Brian laughed. "Well, that's okay by me. I like to cook and I like to eat, both. However, Khaat is by far one of the finest cooks I've ever known..."
"Oh, no," Khaat shook her head. "A deal is a deal. Girls' night off. Well...alright. I'll cook lunch and I'll make dessert for tonight. But you boys cook dinner. And I presume you do remember the spell to clean up the kitchen, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," Brian laughed. "Just keep demanding. Hm..what sort of hat would you like to be, Khaat?"
"Keep it up, and it will be a long, long time until breakfast again for you, Bud," she laughed.
Brian looked at Steven. "Hm...You know, if I turn her into a hat, she can't cook fur us. Might have to wait until after dessert tonight."
"Yeah, but if I turn you into a bug, that leaves more for us," Khaat grinned.
"I think I"m in trouble, Steven," Brian laughed.
The boat docked back at the pier it had departed from a couple of days before. Khaat thanked each of the crew members while Brian gathered all the bags and boxes Khaat had accumulated and shrank them small enough to load them into the red Lamborghini. He returned upstairs and thanked the crew before leading the way off the ship and over to where the two cars were still securely parked, depositing the packages into the car.