"I'm a little worried I'd fall asleep, or my muscles would all lock up and I'd hurt myself more falling over."

Which, needless to say, is a touch too embarrassing a way to get hurt even for Lancelot's tastes. He begins shuffling things together, arranges a sandwich for Faolan and nudges the plate in his direction before beginning to plate something up for himself too. Lily is still glued to his feet, tracking the movements of plates of food across the counter top. Which sandwich is for her? One for Lancelot, one for her? That must be it, surely!