"Good thing I didn't have a knife, then. Although I suppose I could have attacked him with a mince pie."

He shoots Gwaine a lopsided smile in turn, drops his eyes shyly and takes another bite of his own mince pie. He catches sight of Faolan draining his drink out of the corner of his eyes, glances around to judge everyone else's with a slight frown.

"Anyone want another drink?" He offers, getting to his feet as he sips a bit more of his own. Gwaine holds up his nearly empty beer bottle questioningly and Percival nods in turn.

"Drink something yourself, Lancelot," Arthur adds, "don't hold out on our account."

"Ah, leave him alone, he's a lightweight!"

Gwaine grins as he pours out the rest of his beer, shrugs a little.