Correction. Lancelot is there with both of his dogs and his -- whatever they're going by these days, Faolan's never been very good with labels. But they live together and they picked up Sadie together and that's Faolan's claddagh that Lancelot's been wearing for the last five years now, so. Take it for what you will.
Honestly the appetizers are a little fancy for him. The whole thing is a little fancy for him, but he's been invited and Lancelot seems to be enjoying himself so far, so he's hoping the alcohol will settle his social anxieties soon enough. (Not too much though, he's learned that lesson the hard way thanks.) He had excused himself for a moment to fish around in the selection of drinks before he managed to select a beer for himself and trail his way back to his seat next to Lancelot. Popping the drink open and taking a healthy swallow before holding a hand down for Sadie to come to him, if she'd like. He'll stay put now, really he will.
"Talking about me?" he says, as he settles. "I hope it wasn't anything incriminating..." He'd only caught the last sentence as he'd joined them but he's 99% positive that he's talking about the dog. Well. 95%.
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Honestly the appetizers are a little fancy for him. The whole thing is a little fancy for him, but he's been invited and Lancelot seems to be enjoying himself so far, so he's hoping the alcohol will settle his social anxieties soon enough. (Not too much though, he's learned that lesson the hard way thanks.) He had excused himself for a moment to fish around in the selection of drinks before he managed to select a beer for himself and trail his way back to his seat next to Lancelot. Popping the drink open and taking a healthy swallow before holding a hand down for Sadie to come to him, if she'd like. He'll stay put now, really he will.
"Talking about me?" he says, as he settles. "I hope it wasn't anything incriminating..." He'd only caught the last sentence as he'd joined them but he's 99% positive that he's talking about the dog. Well. 95%.