"Black," Faolan says, after he finds himself forced to stay in his chair. Can't say he didn't at least try. "Strong," he says, after another moment. "The more caffeine the better at this point. Beyond that, you can bring me whatever you like." He sits back in his chair, although not before peering out across into the kitchen where Lancelot had gone, suddenly compelled with the need to ask, "You can really make all of those drinks with that machine?"

Don't think he doesn't notice you, Lily. He's been warned the food is hot, and he's not sure what Lancelot's rules regarding table scraps are for you. Depending on the answer though, he doubts Lancelot would go through all this trouble for homework without spoiling the dog a little too. She is very good, after all.