Lancelot nods agreement to the bartender, gently retrieves Lily and asks for a ginger beer for himself.
He'd really rather not get drunk, after all, and he's not a huge drinker to begin with. Leaning forward he adds something else quietly, gestures to a corner table before smiling as the bartender rolls his eyes and encouraging Lily away towards it.
"Come on," he says, half to Nancy and half to Lily, and slides into a seat -- Lily pacing beside the table curiously a moment before sitting down herself. This is exciting! If Nancy sits down she will be the perfect height for her to stick her face in her lap! Very good!
"Feeling better?" he prompts gently, and there's something a little curious in his expression that says he wants to ask what happened. It feels intrusive, he suspects she'd rather not talk about it, but he can't help but be curious.
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He'd really rather not get drunk, after all, and he's not a huge drinker to begin with. Leaning forward he adds something else quietly, gestures to a corner table before smiling as the bartender rolls his eyes and encouraging Lily away towards it.
"Come on," he says, half to Nancy and half to Lily, and slides into a seat -- Lily pacing beside the table curiously a moment before sitting down herself. This is exciting! If Nancy sits down she will be the perfect height for her to stick her face in her lap! Very good!
"Feeling better?" he prompts gently, and there's something a little curious in his expression that says he wants to ask what happened. It feels intrusive, he suspects she'd rather not talk about it, but he can't help but be curious.