"Spare some of it for your uncle at least," adds Alistair, leaning over the table to grab some bread and bacon. Once the jam is free of Callum's clutches, he adds a healthy dollop to his plate as well.

Then, mug of tea in one hand, plate in the other, he heads back to their room.

Opening the door as quietly as he can takes some effort, what with all the breakfast juggling, but he manages it.