Faolan quirks something of a smile at the image that Lancelot makes, peering at him as he is. And somewhat in response to the question as well. "I think it's easier to answer what I don't have, instead," he replies, as he cracks open his rather well-stocked liquor cabinet. Which is, in fact, actually just one of his kitchen cabinets he has re-purposed for his supplies.

"Nothing too strong," he comments, over the clink of glass bottles as he shifts things around. "Something that might go with curry..." He pauses then flicks a glance back over his shoulder. "Well, there are lagers in the fridge?" Does Lancelot even like beer? Has he ever seen him drinking any before? He can't honestly remember.