<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/90/45/fa/9045fa9a9a88ebbc589f02ffba64f174.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I turn to Peter.<br/><br/>"I think it best if I turn in, Peter. I will see you at breakfast, yes? Even if they probably don't understand tea, there will be all the croissants and cheese you can eat. Well, that I can eat, anyway."<br/><br/>This is a bit awkward, and I'm not sure Peter means anything.<br/><br/>"Good night, Peter, and thank you for the company." I say, and enter the room, closing the door behind me. Do I see how much damage I can do to the minibar? Or pack? Or just crash for the evening?