A/N: Hullo! I quite like this one, I like to see the knights being daft. But I am writing for an audience here (that's you!) - what kind of drabble would you like to see next? None is an acceptable answer, but not a very nice one. Hope you like it :)
Elyan and Percival saw the ball game outside the Butcher's.
Gwaine did not.
They shared a look of mischief.
Gwaine didn't see.
"Gwaine!" Percy yelled, holding in laughter with tree-trunk-sized arms. "Keep your eyes on the ball!"
"What ball?" asked Gwaine and turned, to be hit by it. He met the ground and Elyan cackled cacophonously.
"I'm so sorry!" declared the decidedly beautiful butcher's daughter, for whose attention they'd all been vying for months. Suddenly Gwaine 'felt faint'. "How can I make it up to you?"
"Oh," he muttered, winking at his grumbling companions. "I'm sure I'll think of something…"