Faolan appreciates Lancelot's gentle direction of the conversation, reaching forward to take an experimental sip of his coffee and test the temperature before taking a healthier sip.

"It has," he replies, sitting back in his chair and attempting to relax slightly. "It's been busy. I suppose that's part of it." He glances up at Lancelot, before reaching to finish his sandwich himself. Holding himself back from saying anything about how he feels as though it were only the other day that he'd been here for Lancelot's birthday party, but feeling it. He certainly doesn't feel as though it's been half a year since then at any rate. "It makes the time go by faster," he elaborates instead.