"He does nothing for your business image," Angela reports to the elderly lady that's schlepping the pastries, handing over a few coins for two pies before taking the one offered to her. "Personally, I would hire a new ad guy."

The grandmother rolls her eyes at the two clowns at her stall and waves them off grumpily with a few foreign words that sound suspiciously like insults towards somebody's mother. Ah well. Not the first time somebody called Angela the spawn of a whore. Probably won't be the last.

For his trouble, though, Tadhg gets Angela poking at those puffy cheeks of his. "Adorable, really."