Something in Noah's tone catches, something that makes him wonder, but when Ronan glances over again, the camera's blocking his face, the machine inside it whirling and clicking.

Ronan sticks his tongue out then as he rubs a hand over Cinnamon's muzzle and then leans in to press a kiss to the curve of her head before stepping back toward the door, holding it open as Cinnamon follows. "Come on, let's get some shots outside," he says as Hercules trots over to join their ragtag little group.