"Lucky for you, I'm not driving a particularly hard bargain today," says Gaeta lightly. "Zero brass. Get it while it lasts."

He offers a brief grin along with one of the pastries when Mulcahy circles back. "You're very welome, sir. -- And what about you?" he adds to Peter, eyebrows lifted. "What, do you want breakfast, too?"

He's all set to break off part of his own pastry to give the Klefki a bite. What can he say? He's a soft touch.