Devero gasps, feigning total affront. "I'm going to tell each and every one of them you said that," he says, wagging his next piece of pastry at the priest. "You'll see how tough they are then."

It's all play, of course. What's not play is the effect that high level of spice is having on him, his eyes streaming as he eats that bite. "How much of this do we have left?"