"Leave it anywhere you like. Is there anything that needs to go in the fridge? Or you can put things in my room if you want them out of the way."

Lancelot is gently encouraging Faolan further into the house, Lily now released to bounce around his feet excitedly and sniff at his bags. It's been so long since she's seen him! Exactly forever! What is in these bags? Is it for dogs? Everything is for dogs!

One of the men whistles sharply and Lily turns, ears pricked, then spots him sliding off the sofa -- rakish grin twitching up a notch as he beckons her over. She dashes toward him excitedly, leaving Lancelot and Faolan to organise themselves in peace as she roughly begins a wrestling match. Yes! Yes he is at her level now! Yes! This is good!

"Arthur, Gwaine, Percy -- and this is Faolan!" he says, making a quick round of introductions before giving Faolan a reassuring shoulder squeeze.