Two hundred years have refined a trait in Henry that he was doomed to have since birth: he is a snob. While he tries to be open-minded about other people and their situations, Doctor Morgan is thoroughly uptight about food. His son is a culinary genius -- and he will defend that to anyone who disagrees -- and he's learned to be very picky over the years. After all, there was no point in being alive forever if one didn't at least try and take care of what was being put in the body.

"That brand? Really?"

He can recognise the other teacher from Redbright easily. He might have gone away from teaching, but he's still part of their Outreach program. Just also (and far more happily) settling in with his new position within Scotland Yard... technically as an inside agent for the Night Council. Someone officially in charge of making sure secrecy is kept even in the morgues.

"I insist you at least try this one," he says, pulling a small bag off the shelf. "It tastes better and is far more efficient."