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[awaitingalbion]

[Merlin clears his throat, steading the journal in front of him.]

I would like to say that the Lady Morgana has just arrived in Luceti. [He pauses, trying to begin again with less strain within his voice.] I would hope that people could try and help her adjust to captiv--life, here.

[It is perhaps a pointless formality, but Merlin is feeling guilty about a number of things. Chiefly, how he had last seen the Uther's ward before being dragged into this world. Luckily, it looked as though Morgana was from well before that day. But he was also feeling guilty about the kind of life Morgana was now thrust into--and without Gwen, although she had been here so recently.]

Also...[now more self-conscious than strained. Also, I was wondering if anyone could provide some kind of lesson or instruction for the devices that have recently appeared in the kitchen.

[He wants to provide a proper meal for the apartment's newest resident. Something beyond the bread and cheese that has been sustaining Merlin. He hasn't yet tried to conquer the stove.]

Comments

[emp3thy]

She'd probably let you borrow it.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to take it from her before she's finished. [But he would consider asking her for it later.]

[emp3thy]

Maybe when she's done.

[they're probably approaching Merlin's apartment building soon.]

[telepathicchaos.livejournal.com]

Hmm... that isn't good. [The fact that he can't pick up anything from Malnosso is what worries him most about them] And his name? [Even though he is probably picking it up on his own]

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Mm-hm! I've gotten to try some interesting stuff while I've been here, too.

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

No. The sailor soldiers.

[silviteadvocate.livejournal.com]

I see...

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Crushed tomatoes, smoked sausage and green peppers and onions and tabasco sauce; delicious.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You could...come over, sometime. If you wanted. I could introduce you.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

What is a tabasco?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Arthur. Arthur Pendragon.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He plays the gentleman and steadies the chair for her.]

Oh, like what?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Who're they?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[He can see the building's not far off and Merlin adjusts his grip on the bottle accordingly. Not long now.]

I'd like that. Perhaps it'll give Fina and I some more to talk about. [He smiles--mostly to himself.] Not that we don't have more than enough to discuss, already.

[emp3thy]

Probably.

[Your crush is showing, Merlin... Minato doesn't mention it, though. When they reach the door, he waits for Merlin to open it since his own hands are full.]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[It's always showing. He's pretty rubbish at hiding it. Amazing that he's kept the magic secret for so long, really. Luckily, Arthur's mostly gullible.]

Is she enjoying the electricity, do you think?

[He grabs the door with a newly freed hand and holds it open for Minato.]

[emp3thy]

I think so. Cupil isn't.

[heading for the stairs now!]

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Well, I had some eel jerky a few weeks ago. That was really good.

Thanks.

[telepathicchaos.livejournal.com]

If I hear anything about him, I'll be sure to let you know.

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

My friends! Didn't I tell you already, they're the ones I'll destroy?

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[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

You want to destroy your friends? You're mad.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I really would appreciate that.

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

They're my targets.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Eel jerky? What was it like?

[He nods his acceptance of the thanks, stepping back.]

[telepathicchaos.livejournal.com]

It is no problem.