Due to the staff shortage the Porter was working, despite lingering injuries. Although the pain might,under other circumstances, caused depression, he was truly quite happy with the current situation. The extension of his duties to cover those coworkers mysteriously missing allowed him access to passengers he would otherwise have had to devise clever ways to visit. Now he would be delivering their breakfasts.

With a wide grin on his face he carefully dusted the omelette on one plate with a measured dose of Lytta vesicatoria; then, with even more glee sprinkled the crepes americaine liberally with Amanita Muscaria. Replacing the warming covers on the meals for the lovely Annette and the despicable Carruthers he added them to the tray along with several other plates. Adding a carafe of Blue Mountain Coffee and a steaming pot of Darjeeling to the tray he prepared to further his schemes.