"They are! Especially when they're as ladylike as this one."

Lily squirms in a less than ladylike way, battling to get free so she can take a few steps back and fix them with a questioning gaze. Is this a game? Are they going to play?

"I can always do a little company, though. Besides -- they serve froyo there. With toppings."

He lofts his eyebrows meaningfully. Toppings. It's like being five again, and Lancelot is emotionally often five.