"Ahh," Lancelot says lightly, drawing the card toward himself. "I wouldn't push your luck on those bribes. You've seen my fly-snatching skills. Ask for too many and I might be testing my reflexes on you, with my terrible dog for back up."

He glances down and jerks an eyebrow at Lily, tucking away the pen and card in his jacket pocket as she gazes balefully up at him. Why is he not sharing food? This is torture. He is such a cruel man, her owner, eating and drinking things and giving none for her. Her tail swishes questioningly. He is looking at her now, does that mean soon she can have some?