"Pendragon family," Percival fills in quietly, even as Arthur sighs and says no, no, he doesn't want anything -- shrugs on his coat and generally grumbles about the weather and the traffic on the way back. "Don't get on that well."

Lily gets up from where she'd been sprawled with Gwaine, stretches out a moment before slowly and tiredly padding over to Arthur, swishing her tail questioningly. What's going on? Are they going somewhere? Is something happening?

"Well," Lancelot says, slipping to his feet regardless, "I do have things for you and your sister. You should take them, at least."

The flat is a little too small for a proper tree, only has a smile fibre optic one that gently twinkles, but Lancelot slips away and returns a moment later with a bag filled with wrapped gifts.

"Here," he says, and grips Arthur by the arm. "I'm sure it'll be fine, but... if you need to escape you can always come back here."

Gwaine groans from where he's flopped out, sits up a little and checks his watch.

"Ah, I suppose I should be making a move sometime soon as well if I'm to get through the traffic."