"Princess, you need more faith in my abilities as a well-respected and mature knight."
Arthur snorted as Gwaine downed another tankard. "The last time anyone had any faith in your maturity resulted in missing eyebrows, pink hair, knights in gowns and donkey ears. Believe me Gwaine I do not want a repeat of that particular Round Table meeting."
"Lighten up Princess, I was just putting a bit of variety in those dull meetings. Admit it though the pig was genius."
"Touché," Arthur murmured into the rim of his tankard before dissolving into giggles. "And Gauis's face when he got that package!"
Gwaine, thumped him on the back as he erupted into giggles as well. "I hope that farmer didn't miss those chickens!"
"You know what? He probably named them like Bertha and Oswald!" Arthur wheezed out.
Gwaine then spectacularly fell off his chair, writhing from the stomach ache this laughing fit was giving him. "No way Princess! They would've probably named them after you!" He then proceeded to stand up and make an introducing gesture to Arthur. "Make way! Make way! Here they come! King Arthur Penchicken and his Queen Guinevere Penchicken!"

It was at that moment when the rest of the round table came to join the giggly heroes. They all collapsed onto the rickety stools (Percival's almost collapsing under the weight of sheer muscle) and glanced between Gwaine and Arthur.

"What have you done to our King, Gwaine? Have you finally turned him into a drunkard like yourself?" Elyan challenged with a raised eyebrow.
Gwaine sat back onto the stool followed by a still giggling Arthur. "There's nothing wrong with having a little ale after an epic battle where we kicked arse!" He paused. "Again."
Leon rolled his eyes and Lancelot just looked back and forth between them while Percival shared a smile.

"That was some mighty fine sword work Arthur. That beast must've been hard to take down." Leon said with a raised mug of ale. "How'd you get the sword to pierce the skin?"
As they were watching Arthur none of them noticed Lancelot stiffen beside Percival. Arthur looked up at them a little fuzzily and concentrated on what he hoped was Leon's face. "The funny thing is." He took another swig of ale. "I don't even remember doing it. I remember us regrouping and then getting swiped at by the creature's claws and then it's all black!"
Next to him Gwaine barked out a laugh. "You're so good that you don't even need to be conscious to slay a beast!"

While the King and Knight collapsed back into giggles about Arthur's epic skills the rest of the (sober) knights glanced at each other confusingly. They all remembered regrouping and then seeing their King get thrown into a rock face and then nothing. They know of Arthur's tremendous sword skills but no man could fight while unconscious but when they woke up the beast was gone and Merlin and Arthur were talking about his victory.

They were just about to speak up about their confusions when the whole tavern started trembling and shaking. It started out small at first, nothing too dramatic but then it escalated fast and soon they were all on the ground shielding their heads from falling crockery. Gwaine and Arthur had sobered up quick enough and the knights were about to draw their swords in defence when there was a flash of white, blinding light and all of them were thrown violently off their feet and into an unknown haze of confusion, colours and fog.