The whole situation is suddenly intensely awkward, and Lancelot finds he has no idea how to ask anything he wants to ask. He tries to focus on eating, but the silence grates and finally he pauses to get up and pour himself a glass of water -- fidgets with it a moment.
"Have you felt at all different lately?" he prompts finally, "forgive me if the question is odd, it is only -- perhaps... you drank something enchanted? Like the tea before, although I suppose it doesn't have to be tea. Perhaps it does not even have to be a drink, for that matter."
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The whole situation is suddenly intensely awkward, and Lancelot finds he has no idea how to ask anything he wants to ask. He tries to focus on eating, but the silence grates and finally he pauses to get up and pour himself a glass of water -- fidgets with it a moment.
"Have you felt at all different lately?" he prompts finally, "forgive me if the question is odd, it is only -- perhaps... you drank something enchanted? Like the tea before, although I suppose it doesn't have to be tea. Perhaps it does not even have to be a drink, for that matter."