"Oh yes, one can imagine, after what happened to her brother," Merlin said, setting the teacups on the tray. "Can I interest you in any particular tea or tisane? Something to wet your whistle while we make our plan of attack? Oh my word, a baby." He stopped and blinked at the bundle strapped to Hecate's front for a moment, slowly setting down a teapot of hot water. Well he hadn't been expecting that.