Now that the awkward conversation isn't so enforced Lancelot eats a little quicker, working his way through his breakfast while stroking at Lily's soft ears. She sits with her face in his lap, blinking in sedate pleasure at the soothing feel of his hands on her fur. Her closeness comforts Lancelot too, who seems to calm himself of the awkward tension he had a moment earlier, and mixed with the quiet it begins to help him focus his thoughts too.

"How long?" he prompts finally, "you said it had been a long time, and that you think the tea... worked more because there was already something."

He lifts his eyes finally, studying Faolan curiously -- one hand drawing his drink closer while the other still smooths Lily's fur.