He jerks an eyebrow at that, somewhat bemused by the description.

"I wouldn't consider a career change to sales any time soon," he quips, reaching for a cloth to rub his hands dry a moment. "What's the occassion? You're months late for my birthday and a little early fo Christmas."

Lily, suitably put out by the sudden stop to petting, moves to start fussing around Lancelot in the kitchen instead. People are here, Lancelot! Did he know? What is going on? Are they going to go somewhere together?