'A situation', he says, and Lance lofts an eyebrow as he feeds himself a little more food. Well, isn't that suitably vague. He supposes Faolan is here in one piece, so it can't have been too disastrous, but still. The way he's being delicate about it makes it a little suspicious.

"Well, I suppose I'm glad you got out of it all right and that it gave you an excuse." Although the faint lines of concern are already creeping into Lancelot's expression. He reaches past Faolan to grab some some of the beets, serves himself a little before setting them back down. "You're right, though, probably better we eat first before you give me stomach ulcers."