"I'm not sure Faolan appreciates hugs either," he says a little ruefully, and huffs with laughter again -- dodging around another bus stop and finally leading her into a pale blue building with brightly coloured interior. It's quiet enough, one person sitting with their laptop out sipping coffee and one mother gently trying to make sure spoonfuls of frozen yoghurt mostly end up inside her young child rather than on it.

"Here we go!" he says, "have whatever you want, consider it a gift from me."