Lancelot laughs brightly at that, gently dodging her out of the way of an incoming buggy and around a busy bus stop.

"Well, one of them is a man so grumpy I bought him a Mr Grumpy travel mug for his birthday. He's kind enough just... growly before coffee, growly about change, wary of people. Like a poorly treated dog, I suppose."

He wrinkles his nose again, tilts his head slightly as slides to lead her by the hand a moment through a narrow bit of pavement populated by too many people standing still and chatting.

"He probably wouldn't like me saying that."