"Of course! Add them under the tree!" Lancelot gently tugs Lily back from where she is nosing at the pile herself and wrestles her away, her tail swishing excitedly at all the movement. Yes! They are playing! She loves to play! Playing is good! "She has a gift for you too, of course!"

Although it may be doubtful how much input she had into selecting it, whatever Lancelot may claim. He lets Lily 'battle' him onto his back, pretending at defeat as she stands over him and ruffling at her mane until she backs up. Good girl, he assures her, and finally sits back up even as she crowds him again.