Once again Faolan finds himself in Lancelot's kitchen, vaguely uncertain what to do with himself there. Should he sit down, make himself at home? He settles for standing back, continuing to awkwardly clutch the box in one hand, bending to instead greet Lily, who represents something of a safe and neutral zone in all of this. His gift might not go over well and he probably should have called first, but at least the dog's happy to see him, right? Listening to Lancelot's conversation, not able to understand more than a word here and there and the general tone of voice and body language he's using, he can't feel as though he's interrupted something. He still can't help but feel that, even when the other man hangs up.

"Oh," he says, surprised at the offer of food. "I mean. You don't have to. I did show up unannounced. I won't force you to entertain me on my schedule." Though it does smell good and he has yet to have eaten... He rises to stand again with one final stroke of Lily's ears. "I only came because I have something for you, but. It's a bit shit. You're probably not going to want me sticking around afterwards," he says, honestly.