DISCLAIMER: (A/N: see chapter 1 for proper disclaimer.)

Amy's POV

After returning from Roxie's room, Gawain had returned from fixing his hair. It looked a bit rushed, but somewhat like it was before he got eggs in them. I shook my head to myself as I laughed mentally at the small incident just moments ago. I sat down on the stool in the kitchen's small island, watching the knights and Guinevere talking to one another of various things while my mind wandered elsewhere.

I didn't know what I was thinking at the moment, but it was so funny that I just cracked up laughing. Soon, everyone was looking at me, who was cracking up out of nowhere so much that I fell off the stool. I had Tristan right underneath me; he must have seen me on the edge of the stool and he caught me just in time.

"What was that for, lass?" Bors asked.

"I was thinking about—I was remembering what my older brother and I did when I was younger. We…we did this prank on this little old lady and she ended up hollowing like a banshee…" I said in between the laughter.

"What did you do to her?" Arthur asked.

"We—we put a fart machine in one of the cupboards in her dining room along with a fog machine in her basement. Boy, that was something…"

I had, I think, Galahad laughing at that point, he must have gotten what I was trying to say and he repeated the whole thing to everyone. Bors was cracking up along with Gawain. Dagonet was just shaking his head with Arthur. Lancelot, Tristan, and Guinevere just looked at me with rolled eyes.

"Oh, come on…I'm sure you guys did a practical joke on someone at least once in your life…" I said with a stern tone as I got myself under control.

Everyone just looked at one another before Lancelot spoke.

"What about the one that I did just this morning? I'm sure someone got a good laugh out of that one," the knight said.

"That was you?" Galahad asked as he made his way dangerously over to Lancelot.

Before the youngest knight had a chance, I grabbed the scruff of his neck and pulled him back a bit. He strained to see me with my hand on his neck.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"That's for whatever you might do and get yourself into more trouble than you can imagine…"

All the while, Tristan watched this. I wasn't sure what he might say due to that. I think he smiled, knowing that Morgana and I shared that 'sisterly' type of attitude for Galahad…well, at least, that's what I've heard about my ancestor from Tristan.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Dagonet smiling.

"Good to know that there's someone that can watch this one before he went and got himself in loads of trouble," the big knight said to me.

I blushed at the comment: never before was I told of that when I acted like a sister to any of my fellow agents. I guess this was a first.