Percival sighs at the display, resigned to the fact that Gwaine has cheated and that, in his opinion, isn't much fun. Arthur, on the hand, laughs brightly -- seeming really rather please by the turn of events.

Lancelot squirms, trying to fend off Gwaine without knocking over any drinks, plates or elbowing anyone nearby.

"Stop," he manages, a little breathless from trying to both defend his dignity and suppress laughter. Gwaine eases off, shuffling his chair back into place and taking a victory sip of his drink as Lily fusses around between them all. Something is happening, and she is excited! What is happening? Can she join in? She wants to play too!

"What'd you expect, sunshine?" Gwaine quips, offering Faolan a wry smile. "I'm not a black belt or anything, got to work with what I have."