Museum wandering

I went to the National Portrait Gallery today, and ireedeemably fell in love with many of the sitters, of any epoch and skin shade.
So when I asked for my bag at the cloak room and this incredibly handsom boy tried to filrt with me by telling me how unusually beautiful my bag was and how neccessary it was to keep oneself well hydrated, I just couldn't answer.
All I wanted were the cookies hiding inside my unusually beautiful bag (and yet of a very popular label)