Paul hops off the train and stretches while rubbing his eyes, giving the distinct impression he only just wok up. His eyes dart back and forth taking in the station while sniffing the air. At the mention of breakfast he hurries over and gives an exaggerated bow to both the Baron and the Lady.<br/><br/>"Paul Giles, at your service." He then turns slightly to face the Boggan, eyeing the basket hungrily. "As a matter of fact I have not eaten today and am positively famished."