"Sure thing," Jamie said, heading to the setting the and setting the coffee to brewing. "An angel with a sweet tooth," he said softly to himself. It made him smile slightly as the coffee dripped into the pot.

He poured three mugs and fixed Michael's like he'd asked, then his and his father's. He passed them out and took his former seat in the armchair, the better to not get in the way of whatever Michael had to do.