He gives the blender a few quick, short blasts before taking out the mixture to stir a little -- trying to gauge if it's too thick or not. Banana blends fairly easily, at least, although he supposes he could sieve it to make sure it's smooth....

The thought makes him wrinkle his nose, realising he's perhaps over-thinking it, and Lance stirs it a little and tests a spoonful before pausing to turn and quickly put the eggs on.

"I think this should be all right," he says, "it's mostly slightly sweet banana now. I can blend it more if you prefer, but I was thinking less might be better for your head."

Tugging down a tumbler he pours it out and carries it over to Faolan, waits for him to take it before twitching him a smile.

"You look ridiculous," he adds, and shoves a bit of hair back off Faolan's face before padding back through to kitchen.