Ramon Salazar

Of course.

He negotiates carefully over the baby, to kiss Ramon hello very happily, very sweetly, and very comfortably.

"I cannot believe how long this is taking. What do you want? I'll get a waitrat to bring it up."

Martin has a bottle in the bag. Random is Prepared. And not quite letting Ramon let go of the little boy just yet.

"Now, hold him, I'll get myself some coffee, and all will be well in the world."

There is brief vanishing. Just outside the door, to flag a rat from the top of the stairs and place the order.

Martin looks considerably less stressed than Ramon does, it must be said.