Room 511: Monday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had her computer screen set up as a TV - not exactly the world's best tv, but it would do. She also had Griffin Silver: Live on Austin City Limits queued up to play, despite the fact that the title had been a lie for about three years now.

She also had popcorn, because seriously, like there wouldn't be food.

Now all she needed were some ears.

Er, more ears. Besides the ones on either side of her head.

You know, those ears.

[OOC: Expecting the, well, see above, but open before he arrives!]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Those giant ears?

Merlin poked his head on into the room, grinning once he caught sight of her. "Popcorn?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Really?" Francine asked, holding the rather large bowl in her hands. "Where?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I believe you have it in your hands," Merlin pointed out with far too much solemnness.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Ack!" Francine should really not pretend to drop large bowls of easily-droppable things. She didn't really do so, but it was a close call, and several kernels decided to make a suicidal jump for it anyway.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Well, it certainly managed to get a laugh out of Merlin. "Excellent save, m'lady."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Thank you," Francine answered with as much dignity as she could muster. "Yes, there does seem to be popcorn. Who knew."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I approve of it. It's almost as good as those s'mores from the cabins," Merlin said brightly, going to take a seat on her bed.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine set the bowl down next to him and plopped down beside both of them. "Not as sweet. Ooh, have you had caramel corn?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Corn with caramel on it?" Merlin gave that careful thought. "No, I don't believe so."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Popcorn with caramel on it. I'll have to introduce you to Cracker Jacks. They come with a toy surprise in the bottom of the box!" Arthur and Merlin are not the only ones who can be five, you know.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Next time you introduce me to your 'music'," Merlin agreed. And yes, the quotation marks were so very obvious.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine frowned and got up to make the pc start playing the concert footage. "This is totally music. Griffin Silver's awesome. And he's a nice guy. He didn't even have Katchoo arrested for trying to punch him!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I'm certain it... is music. Of a sort." A beat. "Katchoo punched him?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"There's singing and guitar. And it's pretty. What else do you need for music?" Francine returned to the bed to bounce down beside him again. "And Katchoo didn't punch him, she just tried to. We were in Caritas, so she ended up in the duck pond."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin gave her a look to say just how much he thought it was proper music.

"...why would she try to punch him?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I...still don't entirely get that," Francine admitted. "She said there was a tick."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Well... it was Katchoo...

"Strange," he decided after a moment.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You're telling me." She hadn't exactly pushed it with a soaking wet Katchoo after making a fool of herself already in front of someone famous, but... "What's really weird is before she did that, he almost acted like he'd met her before. He must've mistaken her for somebody else, I guess."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Merlin leaned back in the bed, snagging a bit of popcorn as the thingy on screen started.

[thatsamilkshake]

This was Griffin without his band, just an acoustic guitar, a microphone, and a glass of something amber at his elbow. He opened with the song Arthur had almost caught Francine at, only, you know. Fully in tune and without a hair-brush.

Which didn't stop Francine from humming it too. Even kind of in tune herself, with the original to sing along with.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just smiled, looking more at her than the screen. It was... different. There was certainly a musical quality to it. He couldn't deny that one.

"Why don't they play this at dances?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine glanced over at him. "I never really thought about it. I guess it's not very dancey music, though. Too slow for fast dances and a little too fast for slow dancing." Of the 'hang on to your partner and shuffle' variety.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I think I'd like this better than what they already play."

Or silence. That would be better too.

[thatsamilkshake]

She couldn't exactly get defensive of modern music when he was giving one of her favorite singers a pass on his pooh-poohing, so Francine just gave him an amused grin. "Okay, smarty, what's 'real' music like, then? Priestly says all your songs are probably about Grendel, but I told him you're not quite that old."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"They're stories," Merlin said loftily. "We listen to them during festivals or during the long winter nights."

What? It's not like they had cable.