It's another nippy day in around Westminster, which means that Elizabeth is, again, enjoying the day with a cup of coffee and a book in her favorite park. Since she'd last met Lancelot there, and they'd had a nice and friendly conversation, she's hoping that maybe the meeting could be repeated. If coincidence was on their side, at least. If not... well, Elizabeth liked the park.

Coincidence, of a different and terrible sort, is on her side today. She sees Lancelot coming down the path-- no Lily, though. Elizabeth wonders vaguely where she is before she raises a hand to wave.

"Lancelot!"