"You'd think most people would agree, but... once they've had a few drinks..." He shrugs again, shakes his head as he scans the water. "They jump in, and they're too drunk to swim so -- we end up fishing them out with a boat." Lancelot lets out a sigh, considering her words before shooting her a wry smile. "It'll be a full moon on the 31st, too. Full moon on a Friday night. Perhaps we'll need extra staff, just in case."

Even though he's joking, some gut feeling makes him suddenly wonder if they actually will. Even if the black dogging attacking people wasn't a werewolf, he's sure there will be some around that he simply hasn't run into. Hopefully he doesn't run into them drunk on a Friday night.