"Very true, Lily rises with the sun -- don't you girl?"

She rests her face in Faolan's lap to absorb attention as long as she can, toy held in her mouth, before shuffling back as he stands up. Lancelot slips to his feet himself and stretches a moment for reaching to begin gathering up the discarded wrapping paper.

"Big meal to cook tomorrow, I'll need to be awake for that. Merry Christmas, Faolan." He turns and leans over to hook one arm around the man, squeezing him close before releasing him to dump the paper in the recycling. "I'll help with the futon."