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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.]

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[emp3thy]

[...oh Merlin. He's been wondering how you've got on with the appliances.] I can help.

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

I can, if you still need it.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Minato!]

You know how to use these things? So, they're like your music device?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Help is always appreciated.

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Okay, awesome. I can come over now, if you like. Where are you?

Oh, my name's Yako, Yako Katsuragi. You are...?

[emp3thy]

[he nods.]

Right.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Merlin. Just Merlin.

[He pauses.] Building six...I hope that's not too far?

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

No, not at all. Just give me about ten minutes.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I need--[he sighs]--I need to be able to prepare something fit for a member of the royal household. Only, not Arthur.

[Which clearly means it must be better than what he'd normally serve the prince.]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I'll be waiting by the entrance.

[And he is, looking rather anxious. He doesn't even know who he's waiting to meet, really. Not much beyond a name and a square of visual.]

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Hey! Merlin, right?

[emp3thy]

Morgana?

[Sometimes, he wonders if he should look for Arthurian legend in the library... not that Merlin's situation usually fits what he does know.]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Morgana. [He confirms, quietly.] She is King Uther's ward.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Right. [He nods his confirmation, smiling.] I'm glad you made it with no problems.

[emp3thy]

What kinds of food does she like?

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

Well, it was just from building five.

So, shall we get started? How much time do you have?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I..don't know. I've never asked? And I've never worked in the kitchens--[Merlin frowns at the journal.] Fruit is always appreciated at the head table. Can you make a meal with fruit?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

Until she gets hungry, I suspect. [Which...may be soon, or may not be. He's not sure.] I'm not exactly familiar with preparing food.

[telepathicchaos.livejournal.com]

I think you were correct with your original statement of "captivity".

[He is probably picking up some of your thoughts that you didn't write, but he won't do anything with that unless it is worth his time.]

I take it you don't have those devices where you are from.

[foodovermystery.livejournal.com]

She? A friend of yours?

At all? Well, that's all right. I can teach you some things as we go.

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

I changed it for her sake. [Though he admits it rather free of a filter. Kind of foolish.]

And, no...what everyone's been calling electricity doesn't exist in Camelot.

[emp3thy]

Okay.

[and he starts trying to plot out a medieval menu. As much as he'd like to show Merlin more Japanese recipes, it'd likely be easier to teach him things he's more familiar with.]

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

She's...from the same kingdom. [He plays that rather vaguely.] Or--err--world.

[Merlin holds the door open for Yako. Luckily, his apartment is on the first floor so they won't have far to go for the kitchen he shares with the rest of the floor.] I'm afraid I have more experience serving it than preparing it.

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

So you're a friend of Morgana-chan's?

Is she settling in well?

[awaitingalbion.livejournal.com]

[Y-you're so good to him, Minato.]

Would the shops have mulled wine, you think?