LM-600: Alatar

Lancelot didn't drink often. That was something very clear. He only drank during the holidays in Seronus, as he often liked to visit the planet and even called it home- And as he laid in bed, one paw over his sore face, he regretted ever deciding to take it easy and drink through the night. "So er.." Naomi started, fiddling her paws, "This probably isn't a good time to mention this, but.. You were planning to return to that planet with the king today." Lancelot grimaced, ears low...