She snuffles at him and shoves her face toward his lap, resting it there as she soaks up the attention.

Lancelot, meanwhile, keeps putting things in the blender before coming to the realisation that it will make a noise when he turns it on. He winces, looks sideways at Faolan as he measures out a little milk.

"I'll try and keep this short," he says warily, "but this won't be quiet."

It isn't the loudest blender in the world but it's still a significant whirr as it comes to life and starts smashing everything together. At least it's only banana and thus won't take much blending?