[ From under the bench, Mulcahy draws up a small basket with something loosely wrapped in a kerchief; unwrapping it shows nothing more than a few rolls of bread, but it’s this that he offers to César as welcome. It’s been four minutes, where did he get those? Don’t worry about it. ]

You’re technically not really meant to eat in Church, but we’ve already broken enough rules to piece together a new stained glass window. [ Like having their place of worship inside a pagan temple. ] Take one, César, and have a seat.