When he opened up the dome on the tray, he felt his heart sink. Oh, he was sure it was decadent and the finest French cuisine money could buy, but it was more ornamentation than food.

"I wonder if I'm allowed to put in requests for breakfast," he muttered.

He ate it, but even taking his time he was finished within a few bites. His stomach grumbled unhappily. He was used to a proper hearty Scottish breakfast that would keep him going through most of the day, only needing a light snack around lunch before having a light dinner.

There was no time to have a proper bath drawn, so he cleaned his face and arms in the wash basin. He read back over the contract one last time before he carried it to the library a full fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.