Once he's stowed their guns away and hung up his coat, he comes bounding back into the main area. "Right, preliminaries done!"
Apparently someone above disagrees, because there's a squawk and then Myfanwy goes flapping not far overhead before wheeling back up high where she prefers.
"Okay, now preliminaries done. You're all in luck-- we finally put in a table and chairs by our little kitchen... kitchenette... thing. Used to have to use the boardroom or coffee table or desk space any time we wanted a surface to eat on, and you don't want to think about where Owen sometimes ate."