"Early Gray is fine," he agreed, not dignifying Daniel's other comment with anything more than a roll of his eyes. He debated taking a danish; his stomach decided for him. Scooting forward, he did his best to reach for the plate and took the first one to come to hand. He nibbled on it carefully, a few bites digging in until lemon custard wet his tongue.
Sinking back into his chair, he contented himself with the pastry. He felt considerably calmer, and the pain in his leg was greatly lessened now that he'd had some time to rest and recoup.