Lancelot lets out a huff of amusement himself, carefully steps around the two of them to slide her leash free from the table and sit himself in a chair. Lily gets up onto all fours, looking between the two of them cautiously still but not shying from Alice -- Alice, after all, may be nervous herself but she is not acting in a way that feels threatening. She is slow and cautious just as Lily is herself.

"Not always," Lancelot admits, "you should see her in the garden when I turn the sprinkler on."

Sprinklers are fun to run through, what can she say.

"Lily," Lancelot prompts gently, and she glances back at him questioningly -- ears pricking forward. "Say hello nicely," he says, and she thinks a moment, looks between Alice and Lancelot before sitting down neatly and holding up a paw for Alice almost questioningly. Like this? This is how she gets a treat, yes? That is how it works?