"Stop that," Jennifer says sternly, scowling up at Peter. "The beast hasn't hurt you - hasn't even tried, despite the fact you're chucking keys at it. I know twelve-year-olds who put up far less fuss when they first met him."

The Quarkbeast, meanwhile, shuts its eyes as a few keys bounce off its head. Once they've landed on the floor, it opens its eyes and commences gobbling them up. With a sigh of resignation, Jennifer adds 'replace keys' to her list. She'll have to apologize to the owner for this.