Ah, but Faolan is exciting simply by virtue of being there! She wiggles in Lancelot's arms but he manages to wrangle her into the bath tub regardless, vaguely fold and set aside the towel before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Right, that's the easy part over with. Which end do you want to be in charge of, the licky end or the swishy end?"

Lily sniffs the bath curiously, the bottles along the side and the taps. What is this? Why is she in it? It smells strange.