There's a scrabbling of claws on hardwood and a short bark of alert as Lily rushes to be first to the door, then the sound of Lancelot's lilting voice on the phone in what is decidedly not English. He's got one hand on Lily, one holding the door open and the phone balanced between his shoulder and cheek. His loose, white sweatshirt has a large watercolour effect pawprint on it and his jeans are faded and a little worn through on the knees.

He blinks at Faolan, offers a smile after a moment and inclines his head as he backs up to let him in.

There's another quick flurry of conversation, which includes Faolan's name somewhere in it, then Lancelot is hanging up the phone and pushing the door closed behind Faolan while Lily circles him excitedly.

There's a drooled on, slightly worse for wear but familiar green soft toy in her mouth that she's trying to present in the hopes of it being playtime.

"Hey!" Lancelot says finally, hanging up the phone and tugging a water bottle from the fridge. "You didn't say you'd be coming or I'd have had something ready."

Food, it's always food.