She fusses a moment, sniffing at Faolan and pacing about -- Lancelot gently steering her (so her paws don't step anywhere delicate) and eventually persuading her to settle. Lily drapes across Lancelot's lap, head on her paws as she soaks up attention from both of them. He smooths her forehead and ears as they settle in for the film, Lancelot leaning over every so often to whisper commentary and laugh at particularly ludicrous parts -- cringing as the T-Rex begins its San Diego rampage.

He refills their drinks absently once they get low, sinking down on the futon and as the credits roll and whispering to Lily that she has to get up -- vanishes away to the bathroom to relieve himself then comes to flop back down.

"Fifteen minutes to midnight," he points out, and wrestles Lily into his lap -- grins at Faolan a little as she excitedly attempts to lily at his chin. "Think we'll see Santa Claus?"