"The last baby I really got a look at was my nephew." Nathaniel nuzzles Anders' hair briefly before crunching into his toast. "I thought he was beautiful," he says with his mouth full, "but he was ours, so I can't say I was unbiased. He did look like a lump of red dough, in retrospect, but he was ours."

Now a poke at one of the eggs, causing the yolk to run everywhere so he can dip his toast-with-jam in it. It's delicious. He grabs a bit of ham and inhales it.

"Things are nearly in order for Ansburg. Not a long journey, but there will be a lot to do. A lot to consider. But frankly I've spent two days with my head in that and I'd like to think about anything else."