It clicks and grinds a moment, whirs as it begins pouring coffee into the mug and Lancelot begins to dig out a pan to poach the eggs in. He fills it with water, begins pulling out bread and plates and avocados and fussing around the stove. The machine gives a last click as it empties its grounds and Lancelot grabs up the coffee, carries it over to the table and sets a small container of sugar cubes and a milk jug beside it.

"There you go. Give me about ten minutes to get the food going, all right? May as well get back into your blankets if you're tired."

He ruffles a hand through Faolan's hair before pacing back into the kitchen to start the water heating, humming under his breath as he shoves another mug under the machine to make himself some coffee too.