Faolan holds his breath slightly as Lancelot reaches to open the box, and the reaction is -- rather what he'd expected. At least until the other man starts laughing. For two weeks? Faolan raises an eyebrow at him in response to such a comment, obviously puzzled by it. "I don't..." he says, uncertainly, before deciding that it's perhaps best to explain himself than struggle to figure out what Lancelot means.

"It's a Monkey's Paw," he says. "They're. Supposed to grant wishes. At least, that's the superstition, anyway. Three of them, to be exact. Though I don't know whether I'd advise it..." He purses his lips slightly, obviously more than a little hesitant about the whole exchange. "You don't have to keep it, I don't. Like I said, I'd tried for something else. I can just take it back. Make it a rain check. A dinner would have been better..."