Jennifer steps up to the desk and eyes Peter for a few moments, wondering if his outfit is an indication that he is a foundling or that he isn't one. The oversized-looking boots suggest that he is, and she could imagine an establishment like this dressing their foundlings all in black in an attempt to look more professional, but the way the young man's idly poking about hardly screams 'professional.'

"Excuse me," she finally says, "but I need to speak to the owner."