He nods, coaxing Lily closer to his side and beginning picking up the bowl and bottle of water -- stashing them away in his bag before starting to walk. It's easiest to pick a place that he knows is largely regular people, since if he's walking with Finnick then people are less likely to sense what he is and look twice. So Lancelot picks a relatively generic decent-ish gastrpub that he knows won't be bothered about Lily and pushes his way in. It isn't too busy, so it's easy enough to pick a quiet corner and go unbothered. Lancelot shrugs off his jacket and is about to start rolling up his sleeves before he remembers. In the end he just tosses it over the back of a chair and looks up at Finnick curiously.

"What can I get you?"

Lancelot has decided he's paying, largely because it was his dog Finnick nearly tripped over. That counts as a reason.