Is there anything he'd like to know? Lancelot lets out a huff of amusement at that, takes a sip of his coffee before sinking back in his chair -- lips curving in wry amusement.

"So much," he admits, "I..." His eyes flick around the coffee house a moment, cautious, before he drops them to his drink and tilts his head. "For most of my life years of my memories have been...lost, blank. Recently they began to... come back, slowly. Everything locked away was... things like this."

He gestures between them, offers a wincing smile.

"Thinks to do with... other realms, I suppose. It's... a little... disorientating, and... out of date, I imagine."