Ah. Well. It seems like even topics he thought were safe... aren't. He strokes at Lily's flanks as she looks between them in concern, unsure what to do. She should lick her? Would that help? She isn't sure! She sits again and one paw lifts to rest against Nancy's leg questioningly, ears twitching as she sniffs.

"That's all right," Lancelot says, forcibly trying to keep his voice even and calm. "Lily here has a chewing problem. She likes to chew near enough anything left at ground level. There have been several victims already, including one pair of trainers, a bag, two dog beds, a pair of jeans..."

Lily continues to wag her tail, oblivious to the slander being thrown. Even if she understood, she wouldn't show remorse. She is not sorry. These things tasted good.