Faolan moves to run his fingers through Lily's fur, ruffling her ears and combing through her ruff before glancing up at Lancelot. "I don't think that you'd want to feed me to her, no matter how much you might fatten me up. You've already accused me of being grumpy and bitter. Suppose that were to rub off on your friend here. They always say that you are what you eat, after all..."

He raises his eyebrows at the other man, turning one of Lancelot's more common expressions back at him, before sitting back and moving to take another bite of his cake. It really is good. Lancelot may have been concerned about the flavors, but he had nothing to worry about when his food is as delicious as it is.