Tiddly
Arthur glared at Gwaine.
"We are in a meeting. Don't you dare say you are drunk, tipsy, off your head, out of it or anything else you have ever used."
Gwaine opened his mouth, then closed it, holding a hand up.
"Wait here."
He left the room and head to the library.
"Geoffrey, I need another word for drunk... Please."
"How drunk are you...?"
"... Ickle baby bit...?"
"Is this to annoy Arthur...?"
"... Maybe."
"Try tiddly."
"Cheers mate."
Gwaine strutted back into the room and flopped into his chair.
"I, Sire, am Tiddly."
Arthur blinked.
"Meaning?"
"Completely trashed."
