Lancelot finishes his sandwich then pushes up from the table, carefully depositing his plate into the sink and glancing with amusement at Lily as she dances after him, retrieving Faolan's coffee from the machine now it's had a moment or two to cool off and sliding it onto the table beside him. He sips his own, watching her study him intently. Is coffee for dogs? It should be.

"It's strange to think we're already over halfway through the year. It's gone quickly."

A safe, gentle sort of invitation to talk -- since Faolan seems to have clammed himself him somewhat.