Lancelot leans back slightly more into this seat, turning over the choices in his head -- as much from the perspective of what will equally appeal to Faolan as what appeals to him. He feels a little tired after the tension of escaping the restaurant (even if he doubts he was in danger of much other than extreme embarrassment) so something he can just shovel into his face is all he wants.

"Any of the Asian places do a good katsu curry?" he prompts, letting his eyes flit over again. Rice is easy to eat even when you're tired.