Twelve, and yes, they've all got different powers. Some of them are absolutely bloody useless, though. Hang on - [ He rummages through his pockets, eventually locating the sheep talisman, which he holds out for France to see. ] Astral projection. When am I ever going to need to use that, I ask you!

[ He acknowledges the tea, but doesn't pour a cup yet; better to let it steep a bit longer. He does, however, help himself to the croissant. Destruction is hungry work. ]

This is quite decent, you know. You made it?