The down side to that is that Faolan is now rather obviously projecting his discontent, and as people circle in toward the cake Lancelot is cutting they shoot him curious looks. Lancelot quietly brushes it off by telling them he drunk a bit too much punch, which seems to work at least, and shares out slices of cake to people.

You don't even need to announce cake, people instinctively seem to know and gather.

He sets a piece down beside Faolan that has a brownish colour-combo which suggests some sort of coffee-chocolate flavour, turns away for a moment and then sets a tumbler of water beside him too. People loiter a while to chat and compliment the food, and Lancelot drops into a chair beside Faolan to eat a piece of his own.

Then, one by one, they start to leave. As the sun starts to set people find their way home, until eventually even Gwaine gives up and makes to retrieve his things.

"You be all right dealing with that?" he prompts, inclining his toward Faolan.

"We'll be fine," Lance assures him, and gives Gwaine a last parting hug before they're alone again.

(Aside from Lily, of course, who crashed out in exhaustion onto the kitchen floor long ago).