"We love to drink with Percy cause Percy is our mate and when we drink with Percy he downs it down in 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1."

"Way to go. How many fingers." Eylan asks raising three fingers as he pulls away Percy's cup.

"Three."

"Your turn, Arthur?"

"What? No, I think I should be heading back to the palace-"

"See I told you he wouldn't do it." Leon starts the drink loosening his tongue.

"Merlin was right; Arthur's a light-weight." Eylan agrees provokingly.

"I am not. Merlin is a bigger light-weight than I!"

"Care to prove him wrong, Sire?"