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[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.]

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Oh, don't believe me? I can show you my credentials, if you want.

Oh, I believe you. I'm just...impressed.

[He's not even fibbing, McCoy. He is genuinely amazed by these devices.]

Impressed? It must be a leap from all the cauldrons and washing racks. This feels more like home than it ever was before.

[ Ah, security. ] Does your new housemate share your enthusiasm?

I haven't introduced her to the kitchen, yet.

Such a gentleman.

In Gwen's absence, I am the only servant from the castle that is here for Lady Morgana. Which means that I'm on kitchen duty.

[There's nothing gentlemanly about it.]

Right, right... I keep forgetting about that.

[Merlin doesn't.]

But I'm afraid I'm much better at polishing armour than I am at preparing meals for the king's ward. [And he's not even very good at armour polishing, sans magic.]

[ Bless him. ]

Two words, kid: take out.

Take what out?

Food. There are plenty of people with restaurants here.

That might actually work.

[This is the sound of his mental gears a-whirring.]

Of course it will.

Any recommendations?

Can't go amiss with some red rice.

Red rice? [He sounds unconvinced.]

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

What is a tabasco?

... You really can't cook, huh.

It wasn't often amongst my duties.

[ And yet you cooked that rat you caught :| ]

There are plenty of people here who can help you learn. It'll be a nice life lesson for you.

I think I'm tired of life lessons. Even without the leech tanks, you do sound a bit like Gaius, sometimes.

Well, that must mean it's a necessary trait amongst doctors.

Or amongst old men.

[It's out before he even realizes it.]

Old, huh?

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