I look enviously at his mug until the aroma of coffee hits me. I've never had much of a taste for the stuff and I wish now I'd thought to have a cup of tea before I left this morning. As it is, I barely had time for toast. Butchers keep very early hours.

"Kate Connolly," I reply. It seems a little formal but I'm not sure enough of Gannicus to let him call me Puck yet.