[frankly, you might as well be dressed like Mickey Mouse for all Walter cares, because to him it registers as "something something tiara something". deference also means it's time to ride out the high horses, though.]

A fresh cephalopod, preferably edible. Possibly, live, since the ink makes such a nice sauce and I'm not sure I'd trust what these incompetent idiots would do with a mayonnaise, let alone citrus fruit. And eggs. Three, also edible. Perhaps some milk. Do you have that, young man, or do I need to repeat myself?