Mulcahy glances up. "Hm? Oh--come on in, Peter. Gaeta's a friend." To him: "Don't worry too much about it. He has his own breakfast, but he's a careful sort of fellow. Very protective."

A small plate is produced to put the pastry on, one for each of them. Peter floats into the room and settles into a high spot to watch, rather like an irritable cat.