Daniel screamed from deep down in his gut. The cat, morbidly obese from eating virtually all of Isaac's meals, fell off the table like a four-legged haggis, and trudged away. Isaac did not flinch, which was probably a good thing. Daniel's scream had no other effects on business as usual at Trinity College – those who weren't too impaired to hear it probably assumed it was a wench playing hard-to-get.