Lancelot watches the proceedings uncomfortably, starting to hunch over slightly as if to make himself smaller and less visible. Then Faolan says And neither will we and he straightens suddenly, blinks at Faolan in open surprise and relief. Let's go, Faolan says, and he brightens considerably before pushing up and -- hesitating, looking at Elaine.

"Forgive me, Elaine, we really are -- very busy --" He tries to find a way to circle past her closer to Faolan, slightly awkward again now as she frowns in confusion. People have begun looking up from their food curiously.

"Oh, no, please stay! I was only thinking of having the soup! You've only been here ten minutes or so, you can't even have ordered yet!"