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Room 511, Saturday Morning...ish

Francine, usually a morning person, woke up... slowly. Probably the punch. Wait, punch? Ohhhh, prom. Like before, it had been just a little too good, and they were dumb, dumb, du---

They?

Oh. Yeah. Oh.

[OOC: For ...several ears.]

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"He beamed at her, trying to climb up onto the bed. "I'm Artie, mommy. Like Unca!"

Oh, Lord. Francine reached down to pick him up, and once again? Disturbed by how natural that felt. "Arthur's your uncle?"

Artie proceeded to hug her, relaxing for only a moment before all that sugar hit again. "Uh-huh! An' we all live inna castle and I'mma play with a sword!"

She stared down at the not-entirely-cake-free face. And the ears.

The EARS.

"Swords are sharp," she said slowly. "Is this like the refrigerator? 'Cause you really shouldn't forget to ask first about swords."

"Unca promised to show me!" He insisted.

Francine did know that Arthur could tie his own shoes, really. More importantly, she knew he was kind of fanatical about his swords and armor and stuff. "Okay, I guess that's different. You have to listen to him, though. They're not a toy."

No. Seriously. She was giving weapon safety lectures to a child who claimed he was hers and Merlin's. WHAT. Just WHAT.

Artie tried for another tackleglomp. "I can be a page? Can I?"

Dammit, that shouldn't be SO CUTE. "I, um. Maybe? What's a page?"

"'sa knight." Kinda. It would be one! In about fifteen years or so.

"Aren't you a little young for that?" Because it would help her at all given her math skills, she added, "How old are you?"

"'m five," Arthis said, holding up ALL the fingers on one hand. See? He knew the score.

Francine shot a helpless glance at Merlin every now and then, but mostly on the order of Please stop me from falling in love with this child? Please?

"That's pretty big," Francine allowed. "Maybe a little young for a knight, though."

Merlin looked utter helpless on that one. He had a child clinging to his back already, so they both might be a bit lost here.

Arawn, on the other hand, was giving Artie and her a suspicious look. "Who're you?"

Another one> Francine gave him a frazzled smile. "I'm Francine. I'm--" Sound of penny dropping. "Not your mom?"

"Don't have a mum," Arawn said, from his position clinging to Merlin's back. "'ve got Da and Father."

Not fair for other people's kids to make want to scoop them up too. Also? Not fair for Merlin to look more attractive with a child clinging to his back.

Though Da and Father? That was. Uh-huh. Okaaaay.

"This is Artie," Francine said, ruffling the dark hair... and wiping a bit more frosting off her hand into it. Ooops.

Arawn looked down at him warily. "'lo, Artie."

"I had cake!" Artie said completely unnecessarily. "How come you're on my daddy?" He didn't even seem bitchy about it. Since he had, you know. No Pendragon genes.

"He's my da." There was a pause before... "What sorta cake?"

"Chocolate! With white frostings!" Also completely unnecessary, since there was still visible evidence of both. Artie looked back and forthe between Merlin and Francine. "You didn't tell me I had a brother! Where's he been?"

"'ve been in Camelot. Where 've you been?" Ah, you could tell the Pendragon genes there.

"Camelot," Artie replied, confused. "Were you hidin'?"

"Princes don' hide!"

"They do if they're playin' hide and seek!" Artie said logically.

...Artie had him there. "Had you been hiding then?"

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