"Yep," Gwaine supplies, and he pushes to his feet and dusts a little sugar from his hands. "C'mon then, Lance, give me your best shot."
He grabs a chair and flips it to sit opposite the man, resting an elbow on his knee and holding out his hand to Lance. The man blinks again in confusion, sets aside the plate of mince pies and takes it.
Percival shoots Faolan a look that seems to say look don't ask me, then nods slightly in their direction.
"My money's still on Lance," he says, with something of a conspiratorial air.
"Ready?" Gwaine prompts.
"Get on with it," Arthur growls in turn, and Gwaine does -- pushes his strength into it. Lancelot holds him easily, some level of wariness in his face still -- waiting for the catch of this all.
Then Gwaine's other hand snakes out and touches Lancelot and he flinches in surprise, gives a light gasp of protest even as Gwaine turns over his arm with a laugh of triumph.
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He grabs a chair and flips it to sit opposite the man, resting an elbow on his knee and holding out his hand to Lance. The man blinks again in confusion, sets aside the plate of mince pies and takes it.
Percival shoots Faolan a look that seems to say look don't ask me, then nods slightly in their direction.
"My money's still on Lance," he says, with something of a conspiratorial air.
"Ready?" Gwaine prompts.
"Get on with it," Arthur growls in turn, and Gwaine does -- pushes his strength into it. Lancelot holds him easily, some level of wariness in his face still -- waiting for the catch of this all.
Then Gwaine's other hand snakes out and touches Lancelot and he flinches in surprise, gives a light gasp of protest even as Gwaine turns over his arm with a laugh of triumph.