Isis couldn't help but think that her staff had done a fine job when the "real problem" occurred at the chateau in France. They'd stepped up marvelously to the task, Fatima bustling about setting all she could to rights as usual. She had no doubt they would do even better were it her own home under attack.
She raised an eyebrow at her daughter's suggestion for champagne. Did she really think someone as worldly as Isis had never sampled the beverage? Before she could respond, however, a screech came from the doorway.
"Cake?! You think you should have cake? You upset your mother's home and think you should be rewarded?" Fatima's eyes were blazing. "And champagne! Well I never..."
Isis hid a secret smile. Bast was right. She was a dragon, of sorts. She was almost expecting smoke to pour out of her ears and flames from her nostrils.
"Now, Fatima, Bast was just having a little fun, and no harm was done. As you see, I already have my wine, despite a small delay, and so does Bast." A glass had instantly appeared on the table beside her daughter.
"There will be no further disruptions today. You may tell the staff to return to their regular duties. If there is anything else out of place, we will take care of it." She spoke firmly, reminding Fatima who was in charge. She loved the old woman, but sometimes family had to come first. It wasn't often she and Bast got together for a little fun, and she wouldn't let the housekeeper disturb that. Not today. "We will expect dinner in one hour."
"Hmmmph...well," Fatima mumbled under her breath as she stalked out of the room, "we'll just what she gets next time she wants Cocoa Puffs..toast, dry, I think.." Her voice faded, and Isis turned to her daughter.
"Who needs a knight against a dragon? I'd say the fact that we managed to best her does indeed deserve champagne."