Migs returned shortly with a fresh, hot plate of food and then went about refilling glasses for the pair. He kept eying Delaney and finally he paused, set down the pitcher of juice and said very loudly, "am I to be taking care of this baby like I cared for you, Master?"
Marcus made a face and shooed the old elf away. "Migs, get out of here you old bat, honestly."
Muttering more he hurried off to the kitchens. Marcus sighed.
"No, I will be making a formal announcement to them, though, and expect them to write about it in their next publication. You don't have to be mentioned, but it would be odd not to, I think."