Lanselos, on the other hand, is not in the best of moods. Morning meetings gave way to another couple of hours spent tied up in administrative trivia, and once he finally got a few minutes to himself on the range, he was being called away again to reprimand someone in the armory for filling in weapons maintenance charts without having done any maintenance. Which is just stupid, really, because it doesn't get much easier than maintenance on sidearms, but he chewed the kid out and had him sent on to Cai's office for reassignment.
He's coming back, now, to see if Galade's about and to ask him if he wants to take a late lunch together. Lanselos never quite feels like he knows what he's doing when it comes to Galade; he feels he either gives too little guidance or too much, and he isn't sure if he should just treat the boy as an equal or be more of a 'father'. He can't even really call up an idea of what that would entail.
So when he comes in, he's a little gruff, though he doesn't mean to be. "Hey," he says, hands in his pockets, "What are you up to?"