Alastair wakes up in the middle of the night well rested, but graciously waits until a decent hour to call Oliver and inform him of the details.

“You are certain you’re comfortable with this?” Alastair asks for the second time in the conversation. “It’s a formal dinner,” he says, as if that alone may make Oliver aware of how unlike his average dinners must be.

“I’m not entirely a heathen, Alastair,” Oliver informs him with that same self confidence ...