Khaat took a bit of her own cheesecake. It was pure chocolate decadence. Luxurious. Lizzie had outdone herself when she had created this version in the Sparks kitchen. The only thing that could make her happier with it was if she had a large cup of really good coffee along with it. But the Leaky did not serve her beloved French Roast.
"Here," Robert said to her, "Allow me." He knew her far too well. He conjured a large mug of the tar black, full bodied coffee for her to accompany her cheesecake. "Extra strong, no cream, no sugar," he told her.
"Thank you," she smiled, picking up the mug and sniffing it. It smelled almost as good as coffee made by hand in her own coffee pot, when she took the time to actually grind the beans herself and make the coffee from scratch. Her father picked up the pen and made hasty work of signing the forms she brought and put them back in her bag for her.
"I suppose the staff would like to be paid, wouldn't they?" he smiled at her. "And don't worry about Stan. He seems to be happy, Daniel. "
"His energy seems to have a lot of contentment in it," Khaat agreed. "Well, thanks for dinner, Daddy. I'd better get these forms back to accounting so they can issue the payroll. Nice meeting you all, " She rose. "See ya, Stan," she smiled at the apparition. She leaned down and kissed her father, picked up her bag and the large mug of fresh coffee and apparated back to her office at St. Mungos.
"I have no idea where she gets her workaholic nature from," Robert sighed.
"Oh, I wonder!" Brian echoed sarcastically, rolling his eyes in disbelief and laughing.