The newcomer wasn't His Greatness de Burgh, excellent.

"I'll come back in an hour for the leftovers," she said. "If you don't like it, don't eat it. Feeders have diet regulations, but the kitchen staff will work with your tastes." Wildly curly brown locks followed her assessing stare around the room.

Ah, heh. Good thing I'd put the paper towel holder back before I'd been tempted to hit anything except the balcony door.