Lucien Enjolras

Huh. Part of Magnus wonders if Lancelot would like Mountain Dew Code Red, like Galahad does, but another part of him doesn't want to know. He hops down from the counter and yanks the fridge open. "So don't drink it," he says. This time he's pulled out a couple of the weird bottles this place likes to generate of Heidrun's mead. "Have this instead." He tosses one bottle to Lancelot again -- either he'll catch it or he won't, whatever -- and then climbs back up on the counter. "What's your future?"

(It's a genuine question, even though Magnus has some idea of the shape of it. His mom would tell him stories, after all, and he had one of those kids' books about King Arthur's court. He can see some of the pages in his mind's eye. This is Merlin! He was a wizard and advisor to the king! This is Sir Lancelot! He fought a lot and was lost sometimes! His love for the queen was doomed! Not a lot of detail in that kind of thing. The people who write kids' books about stuff that's actually ultimately surprise! real! should put more useful information in there. None of this Freya, the goddess of love, was really pretty! She had cats!-level BS.)