[woah. prickly dude. kind of odd for someone who looks like they're working the even rather than attending the festivities. peter doesn't want to sit, making it abundantly known as he crosses his arms, defiant even as he acquiesces.]

Why don't you sit down, buddy? I'm not the one who's working here. Is it all that unusual to expect that the staff be willing to handle basic requests?

I've done it before. Lady asks for bread. You bring her bread. [one might also melt down and try to apologize for one's shortcomings because lady bears a very striking resemblance to one's ex-wife but those are stories for another day.]