[Suzerain of Sheol]

Merlin ignores the bumbling pair for a moment -- she already knows who they are, after all -- and orders a... lait frappé for herself to wash down her doughnut.

Returning to them, she rejoins the conversation. "Oh my Gods, you guys. You have to try one of these. It has cookies in it."

She is well aware of the disturbance Don Quixote has caused, but reasonably assumes the situation can resolve itself without her intervention. And this milkshake is really good.