It's Faolan's turn to make something of a face now.

"We are not going to a McDonalds," he confirms, just in case Lancelot was worried about as much. He hasn't really decided on the rest of it, but there's time. He picks up his own drink, swirling it slightly before he says, "I've. I think I've got a place in mind. But I need to make arrangements for it. I'd rather, well. I'd rather it be a surprise, I think." Is that too cheesy? Maybe it is, isn't it? Oh well, it's too late to back off on it now that he's said as much.