"God, yes. Usually that kind is possessed of dire future-knowledge, but you've got some kind of dire knowledge anyway."

"What is so dire?" Tintin asks, sliding into a neighboring seat.

"Beans on toast," Edmund says smoothly. "Pete requested that I account for the sins of my countrymen, and I had no excuse."

"Seriously, for breakfast. Like I'm not one to throw stones, eggs and bacon are also a curse upon God's name, but at least they taste good."

"The English have many breakfast sins to account for. Mushrooms. Black pudding. Fried bread. So heavy! So greasy! Muesli and fruit are my only companion at the morning table."

(Tintin's plate looks to be entirely vegan. Some kind of vegetable stir-fry.)

"Fried mushrooms are fantastic!" Edmund objects, popping one into his mouth.

"They are like meat made of dirt, and I eat neither. Especially when I have only just rolled out of bed."

"...okay I do like mushrooms, actually," he says, pointing at one on his plate with his fork. "They're just definitely not a breakfast food. Are they a breakfast food? I'm not sure we're still talking about breakfast. T'es végétarien ?"

Bite of vegetable.

"I am not a terrible moralist, though, so I do not like to speak too much of it, lest the carnivores suffer."

"Mushrooms are a breakfast food! They're a supper food! You can just eat them! There is nothing that wakes you up like a plate of fried mushrooms, fried eggs, fried bread, and black pudding. You can feel your arteries tremble."

"Ed in the morning I do not want my arteries to tremble. I don't even drink coffee. I want something nice and light that will gently and politely caress my stomach lining and let it wake up without too much suffering."

"It is better to be feared than loved by one's stomach lining. Machiavelli said that, you know."

Pete groans loudly and drops his head onto the table, dramatically. "That was awful. You're awful. I'm starting to rethink my plans to seduce you."

(He's grinning, though.)

"Oh, come now, wait for me to at least reveal the true faults in my character! Snobbery about chocolate, and incurable nosiness, and long tirades about whatever crosses my mind, those are flaws to turn away a man, but puns? Puns betray only my sense of childlike wonder!"

"No, see," he says, lifting his head again. "All of those are endearing. The puns, though, are unforgiveable."

"Well, it is my sense of childlike wonder, and God itself could not take that from me. So, nyeh."

Just so that the audience knows, if/when Tintin says nyeh to Pete after the seduction plans have reached fruition Pete is absolutely going to kiss him to shut him up. That's the character he is.

"Incurable nosiness, though, is it?"

"It has not yet been cured, and the prognosis is not favorable. Speaking of which: have you two become such fast friends? I did not miss how very closely you were speaking."

"Oh, yes, Ed found out about my deepest, darkest secret, and now our fates are inextricably linked."

"And I'm not telling you what it is."

"This is Tintin-abuse. I will write the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Tintin, see if I do not."

"You could always, you know, investigate it. You look like the type who would."

"Ah! Then it is enrichment. I am mollified, and will have this secret out of you inside the week, so you know."

"But are you sure you're ready to pay the price for it?" he says, aiming for "dangerously" and surprising himself by how well he's succeeding at it. "You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, but that's not all curiosity can do to someone."