"Yeah," Benjamin said, but he paused. "Well, the bread and the pre-packaged foodstuff can't be spiked, because they don't know what will end up with who and who will eat it. The porridge in the kettle won't be spiked, because everyone will eat from it. But they can spike food if they feel it's needed." He sighed as he rubbed his face. "Last night the spiked my pudding and through that way forced me to take my medicine. But... they tend to serve the porridge at the table, so they have no chance to spike it. I'd say breakfast is safe."

He took some bread and peanutbutter and started to prepare his first sandwich.

"Tea, coffee, porridge?" someone from the staff asked as she rolled the cart to their table.

"Tea, please," Benjamin said, glancing at the woman as she poured some tea in a cup.