This was not going at all the way Isis would have liked it to. And Anpu, her sweet little adopted son, was not behaving at all the way she had taught him to. But to scold him in front of Bast would not help endear her to either child. Before she could say anything, he turned back into his human form, and they began to argue about who had fleas. Looking from one child to the next, she knew this was an argument better ended sooner than later.
"Now, neither of you has fleas." Though Isis could not be one hundred percent sure about Bast on that subject, considering her current state. "And I don't make children work in the temple, you know that." Hoping to cater to her adopted son's better instincts, she sent him a silent message, asking for his help.
Anpu, this little girl needs a home. She has no mama. Do you think we can help her?
She hoped her nephew would understand and want to help. He had such a big heart, and understood what it was like to need someone to love and care for them. With Bast, she tried a different approach.
"Bast, you don't have to race my son if you don't want to." She winked at Anpu, giving him a mischievous smile, before turning back to the smaller child. "But I wonder which of you could beat me to the honey cakes?"