Lancelot holds out the plate toward Percival with a smile, flicks him a wry smile before handing it over to pass around the others slowly.

"Quicker than he looks!" Percival agrees, seeming earnest in both his admiration and frustration at this. "Wanted to time him and everything but he wouldn't let me."

"Strong than he looks too," Gwaine adds, gently moving Lily so he can reach for a mince pie. "Don't challenge him to arm wrestling."

Arthur snorts in disgust at this, taking a mince pie as they come around.

"He's not that strong," Arthur protests, seemingly not impressed by Lancelot's supposed talents.

"He lets you win," Gwaine adds, and grins in pleasure at Arthur's annoyed frown in response to that.

Lancelot flicks his eyes away, hands the plate of mince pies on to Faolan and lofts an eyebrow at him.