"You are the baker?" the guard asks, looking at Ellis. "Yes." He is quite calm, unlike the Flying Fish waiter, who can't back any further away without colliding with the big ovens. "You will both come with us. Who is in charge here?" Ffion opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, a new voice intervenes. "I am the senior employee," Mabon says from the doorway. The guards look at him. "What about these two?" the guard asks, jerking a thumb at Rhodri and Ffion. "Ffion doesn't work here, and Rhodri is the dishwasher." "Well then, you two can clear up," the guard says, and ushers Ellis, Mabon and the shaking Flying Fish waiter out of the door. Ffion and Rhodri can only stare after them, stunned.