"Hmm, that's okay. I think I have an idea. Do you like vanilla?"

Lancelot jerks an eyebrow over at Faolan, dumping fruit into the blender and beginning to heat a pan the other side -- turning on the grill as well as he juggles things. A banana, honey and vanilla sort of combo could work -- with milk to thin it out maybe. If Faolan doesn't mind vanilla? Or would that make it too yoghurty, he wonders. Lily, bored of smoothies, pads back over to Faolan now that Lance isn't keeping an eye on her and wags at him questioningly. Hello, Faolan! Hello! You look uneasy! Can she help?