"Don't think we're all civvies like him," Arthur lofts an eyebrows as he takes another sip of his drink, as if he'd be affronted by the suggestion should it come up. Gwaine just laughs again, light and playful as he gently wrestles Lily.
"Ah, come on. We can't all look as good in as officer uniform as you do."
Percival gets up quietly to follow as Lancelot leads Faolan through to the kitchen, begins getting him out the coke and rum so he can make himself a drink and checks a timer carefully.
"You need any help?" he offers, expression painfully earnest for someone so intimidatingly large.
"Fine, thanks Percy. Mince pies need another few minutes anyway. Just keep Gwaine and Arthur from choking each other."
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"Don't think we're all civvies like him," Arthur lofts an eyebrows as he takes another sip of his drink, as if he'd be affronted by the suggestion should it come up. Gwaine just laughs again, light and playful as he gently wrestles Lily.
"Ah, come on. We can't all look as good in as officer uniform as you do."
Percival gets up quietly to follow as Lancelot leads Faolan through to the kitchen, begins getting him out the coke and rum so he can make himself a drink and checks a timer carefully.
"You need any help?" he offers, expression painfully earnest for someone so intimidatingly large.
"Fine, thanks Percy. Mince pies need another few minutes anyway. Just keep Gwaine and Arthur from choking each other."