Faolan shakes his head. "Coffee's fine," he says absently, as he stares down at the food in front of him and tries to make sense of it. It seems to be like some sort of open-faced sandwich. Greens and toasted bread and avocado and an egg, all piled on top of itself, and apparently there's a sauce as well, and Faolan doesn't know the first thing about how to eat it. Do you pick it up? Is it really like a sandwich? But no, there's a sauce, and the bread seems too soft for that, and the egg might still be runny? And Lancelot has brought over cutlery.

He picks up his fork and leans forward over it, wondering how to start. Wondering where to begin. He pokes at the bread and it's definitely soft enough to cut with fork if he wanted to, although he should probably use his knife as well if he wants to keep it all together well enough. He glances up to Lancelot, the expression on his face a little uncertain as he does.

"...maybe I should follow your lead," he suggests, after a moment.