Havelock moves around the suite of rooms, silent and shadowlike, until he is reasonably satisfied that a) all doors are secure, and b) they are likely to remain so for the forseeable future.

Only then does he return to join Puck by the bar.

The muffin recieves a mildly perplexed glance, but who knows what fascination such foodstuffs may hold for the faerie? He understands that bread products are a deeply valued part of Dwarf cultural heritage - why not cake for the fae?