Pass it by daily, admit to not knowing the basement activity.
There was stuff on Savile Row following on from the WW2 world and agents test firing their weapons ahead of them being suited up and their subsequent bussing to Tempsford
Ripping his vegetables from his groin to decorate her konfyt jars is standard practice when dealing with donderse Engelsmanne in some of the remoter bits of the States. I believe they still eat their young there as well.
He's lucky he got them back without sugar burns from the hot jam.