"You can make a start on them now that she's not bothering you," he suggests with a smile and a finger wagging towards the cat. He only pulls a small face when said finger gets bitten.

He steps into the kitchen to feed the cat, washing his hands and then returning to Amelia. "I hope she didn't annoy you too much." His smile takes on a goofy tilt and his fingers knot in a happy fidget. "Her name's Lyra. Isidor got her for me."