[Gwaine takes off his boots and socks]
[Gagging] Has something died?
Why am I always the butt?
Can't think.
[Sir Elyan and Sir Leon get up and sit down on the other side of the fire with Arthur and Sir Percival]
Pick on Percival.
Why me?
He washes.
[Gesturing to where Sir Gwaine's sock has caught fire] And he doesn't set fire to his socks.
[Grabbing the sock and trying to extinguish the flame] Ah, no!







