"Good choice," Lancelot says, as the man behind the counter neatly jots down this choice. He taps his card and ushers over Siobhan to sit down, shrugging off his coat and setting aside his bags.

"So," he begins curiously, "when did you meet Faolan, then?"

Of all the people for Faolan to know, Siobhan is somehow... not one he would have expected.