"I've seen stranger," Lancelot says, holding out a hand to Lily to keep her from coming too close as he crosses to the coffee machine and begins making himself a cup. "I suspect plenty of other people have, too. But, if you'd rather not draw too much of the wrong sort of attention it might be an idea."

He flashes Faolan a wry smile, leaning a hip against the counter as the machine grinds.

"I can lend you anything you need."