"Absolutely!" Lancelot says brightly, and grins at him. "The alcohol did have coffee in it, after all."

He tickles at Lily, holding her against his chest and blowing at her fur so she wriggles and fusses until she finally jumps clean and starts bouncing about in front of them.

"Lily is excited for Christmas! Aren't you Lilydog?" She's certainly excited about Lancelot playing with her, it seems. "All the good dogs should be in bed, Lily! Why aren't you in bed, hmmm? Are we a bad influence on you, Lilydog? Are we?" She bounces again, jumps back up onto the futon and invades Lancelot's space once more.