"It has," Lancelot allows, watching Lily yawn with a fond sort of smile. Then Lancelot squirms to look at Faolan better and frowns a little. "Forgive me," he adds more softly, "I hope it wasn't too much. Perhaps I should have warned you, but..."

Well, but he thought perhaps Faolan might not come if he did. Yet he wanted him to come, wanted him to experience a little company other than himself. To join in a little, experience some holiday spirit if he could manage it. Not to say that Lancelot wasn't a good source, but there's a difference between one person and a group of friends.