Faolan blinks up at Lancelot, watching him head back into the kitchen to start the food. If he'd been more awake he would have been more embarrassed, the other man ruffling his hair like that. As it is, he's thinking that it was rather nice. He turns to glance behind him back at the futon and the blankets mentioned, but he's not sure that if he goes back to bed he'll manage to drag himself back out of it anytime soon, so he settles for reaching for the coffee and pulling it towards himself.

He raises it to take a sip of the coffee as it is, just straight black before he sits back and splashes a little milk in as well. And stays put where he is, planted at the breakfast nook. Feeling rather like a much more relaxed version of Lily as he sits there watching Lancelot cooking. "Do you always make breakfasts this elaborate?" he asks, after a long moment. "Or are you just making the effort for my sake?"