Room 511, Wednesday evening

[thatsamilkshake]

Hiding out in the safety of her room after yesterday's traumatizing events (among others)? Francine? Of course not.

God, it was so nice to be able to lie again.

Though at the moment most of her lying was happening on the bed with the window cracked open, a softly scented and unseasonably warm breeze wafting in from the direction of the park, and a book on adult literacy spread out before her as she sprawled. She really didn't have a clue how to help somebody learn to read, no matter how many picture books she checked out of the library, so she figured she might as well try to find out.

[OOC: Open as open is, though expecting one with ears the size of small saucers at worst, whose thread be chronoschmoogically last! ...Also it always said evening.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked up from her book at the sound, and scrambled upright when she saw him in the doorway. "Hi!" she said brightly, hoping to God Emmett hadn't told him.... anything, really.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

She was lucky that Merlin was no longer going to take seriously much of what Emmett said.

"Hullo, Francine!" He was there for a reason. A purpose. There was a plan to this. "Did you happen to need any defending against sweets?"

Smoooooth.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Always," she said, both seriously and honestly. "Those mini-doughnuts on the desk rolled out of the vending machine and tried to jump into my mouth!

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin looked shocked by the audacity of those things. "Of course, this is why we don't have vending machines in Camelot," He said airily.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine eyed him, lips quirking. "Or doughnuts. Or chips, or marshmallows, or ice cream. So pretty much nothing to put in the vending machines."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Although I wouldn't object to that fizzy drink being back home." Even if he did feel like running about after drinking it...

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mmmm, caffeine." Granted if she had to pick only one, she'd go with sugar, but hey, there was pepsi and mochas, so she didn't! "I guess you could put, I dunno, roast pheasant and gruel in them? What do you have to eat in oldeny days?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't say gruel," Merlin replied with a grin. "More like a porridge. My mum made it quite a bit. You just add to the grain with whatever you have on hand and it's really not bad."

[thatsamilkshake]

"All I know about porridge is it comes with peas, bears like to eat it, and I wouldn't want it after it's been sitting around in a pot for nine days," she admitted.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...nor do I."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's a nursery rhyme," Francine explained. "Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, pease porridge in the pot, nine days old."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I think it would be like glue at that point," Merlin replied, making a face.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It.... might be a nursery rhyme about making glue, I guess," she offered. "A lot of them don't make much sense."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin nodded, looking around for something to focus on. Nothing popped out.

"Francine--" And he froze up like damp hair on a cold morning.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Uh-huh?" She tilted her head at him, waiting.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Wouldyouliketogoout?" Merlin asked in one quick exhale of breath. "Sometime. With me?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Would I like a goat sometime with you?" What? It was her best attempt at a translation.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...there are goats on the island?" Merlin shook his head. That wasn't important right now. "Would you like to--" He shrugged a little. "--go out with me?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"...Maybe?" Francine said, since she couldn't remember if she'd seen any, but God knows there was everything else on the island and wait. "...Yes?" Assuming she'd heard what she thought she heard because there seemed to be a pattern involving that problem with them.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Really?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Which one, the goats or the going out?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...the going out." Merlin gave her a confused look. "Would you prefer the goats?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"No!" She shook her head rapidly. "They were the maybe!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You wouldn't be missing much with goats," Merlin assured her. "They smell a bit. And chew on everything,"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine raised both eyebrows. "Have you been on lots of dates with goats?"