[Martin can't help the small blink of surprise at being called out, and his cheeks pinken a little, but he still smiles back.]

That sounds lovely, actually, thank you. [And then he focuses back on the kids.] Come on, you lot. The sooner we get home the sooner you don't have to listen to me anymore.

[That seems to be the winning phrase, and the younger brother and sister immediately start sprinting ahead. The older siblings are slightly more sedate, Gwenh handing the baby off to Devon so she can enjoy her bread too, but they walk a few paces ahead as well. Martin's happy to take up the rear, with an amused air.]

See? Goats. They're more than happy to walk themselves home all they want, I'm just here to make sure none of them die in a gutter.