Myla laughs. "Hey, they're n-not a nuisance! They're a n-nag."

Excuse them! They flail their arms at both terribly rude guests before they hop up on the stool, carefully pouring water into the cup.

There's not much for Lemm to arrange. He'll have the jug once the Knight's done with it, the basket, the abandoned fork, and the paper. (If he looks at the last one, it's a mostly-polite request for them to gather leaves from 'around where the leafy greens turn to fungal groves'.)