"I have heard a few people mention it, but I don't think it common." Knowing Beelzebub and the angels' continuous concern about God's intrusion as intimately as he does, it doesn't take a huge leap for Galahad to guess why this new information is holding the angel's attention. He lays a soft touch on the other man's arm. "Are you going to try and safeguard your door to keep it in place?"

The question about gifts is a good one. It's too early for Beelzebub to offer some sort of dowry (which is an ironic enough thought in itself for the knight, when the angels have the status and power they do), but he knows his parents would appreciate a gift greatly. The big hug that Beelzebub wraps him up in brings a grin to Galahad's face, and also gives him a moment to really consider the question. When he parts from their embrace, his expression is almost comically pensive. "A gift of food or ale would please my father well. Castle Corbenic lies far to the north of Albion, and a cache of fish is a rare thing to come by around this time of year." Galahad smiles slightly at the thought. Although Lancelet is an important knight, his appetites have always been simple in all ways except music and lovers. "The Nexus market would have much that would impress anyone from Albion. My kin also love music; My father used to play the lyre."