[He watches her with rounded, surprised eyes as she works everything through her head, holding the sandwich out as patiently as ever; maybe offering the sandwich still is a silly thing, but he's always been one for tenacity. He's not particularly lost by the response; he knows exactly what is vexing her, and so he smiles apologetically.]

We share very similar faces, Peter and I. It is not the first time someone thought me Peter. My name is Diarmuid, and I can assure you, you're safe to eat this. I had some earlier without any concerning changes.

[But if they do end up influenced by even a regular turkey sandwich, at least it shall not be alone???]