Too bad. Taste in music could work like carbon dating for several creatures, but Lancelot didn't appear to want to make it quite that easy on him. On the other hand, maybe he actually had. It depended on some other factors, but he was slowly at least getting a hint of the picture. "That has got to be rough. Sorry about that. I've failed in most other areas at one point or another, but at least I've always had my memories."

Reynard stepped to the side when a man passed them, but he moved just a little too slow, he still brushed against him. Enough to solve the issue of money, should Lancelot not be feeling all that charitable. "What will you have? In all honesty, I've never taken to coffee. Hot chocolate for me."