How has he been...? Lancelot blinks, trying to parse the question. In... general? It isn't as if they haven't seen each other recently. Just.... since the other day?

"Fine?" he hazards, then shrugs a little helplessly. "You haven't missed much. I spent most of the morning in the garden -- the mixture of sun and rain has made it go wild. I had to leave it for a few weeks because..." Lancelot hesitates, drags a hand out of a pocket and makes a lifting gesture with it. Arms. Hurting. "So I haven't had much time to tame it. Not that Lily minds, of course."

Weeds don't bother dogs.