Gwaine slipped through the door of the kitchen as he checked to make sure no one was inside. As much as he loved the feast, he still had an urge to eat more. It wasn't that he was hungry, he just wanted, more.
He observed the room until his nose was caught by a smell of roasted meat. He drooled as he followed the scent to a huge turkey, sitting on a piece of glassware.
Perfect, he thought as he carefully made his way to the bird. There was no way this couldn't go uneaten. As Gwaine reached out his hand to touch the tender skin of the animal, a boom came from the entrance of the room. Gwaine spun around to find Gwen glaring at him.
"Get out of here, if you don't want to feed on pig scraps in the stalks to tonight."
Swiftly, Gwaine paced past Gwen into the hallway without contact. Never, was he going to attempt to steal food from the kitchen again.