Lancelot can't quite tell if Faolan's joke. Something about his awkwardness, the tone, leaves him wonder if Faolan really is thinking of walking into traffic. His burrow furrows just a little in concern as he slides a mug under the coffee machine and presses the button to start it up.

"You'll be fine," he assures him, "Lily can stay here and guard the place for us, make sure she doesn't get fluffy white fur all over you as soon as you change. Although she does look very smart in a bow, of course. Smarter than both of us."

Lily wags her tail questioningly, because that is her name! Although she does not know why they are saying it!