Well, she doesn't know his middle name, so that's what he got instead.

'By that measure, Luigi must be a world-class chef in your book, hmm?'

The bar seems just as full at seven in the morning as it is at seven at night. Always something going on around here. But their booth is free, and she heads for it without even asking, pausing only to tap a waitrat on the shoulder and ask for two of the aforementioned breakfasts.

'Oh and more tea, please.'

She holds up her mug by way of explanation. The creature nods and disappears back into the kitchens.