Room 511, Friday Lunchyish

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was feeling a lot more cheerful than yesterday, or at least a lot less like being a pillowfort hermit with only baked goods for company.

Besides, she'd run out of baked goods. Which is why there were lemon bars cooling on the windowsill. Cookies: not just for hiding under the covers with anymore!

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[bitchprince]

"Of course." He would rather not discuss the whole weekend debacle. Even if he had been bloody useful to have around. "We'll see how far your prowess in that area extends, then."

Oh, sure. Challenge the girl.

He took one of the squares with a napkin, and cast the stickiness a somewhat dubious look before he tried it.

[thatsamilkshake]

It was a lemon bar. It was supposed to be sticky. And also sweet and tart, in a pleasantly disturbing sort of way. Which Francine, at least, decided it succeeded at when she took a bite of her own.

"Needs more powdered sugar, maybe," she conceded, but it didn't really. It was just that she hadn't realized half of it was now on the tip of her nose.

[bitchprince]

It wasn't too bad. It certainly wasn't the slop Hunith had fed him - grateful as he had been for it, thank you, Gwen - and the girl had reminded him of Merlin's mother rather an awful lot.

In terms of Arthur's appreciation, 'no mockery' ranked fairly high up there. "I doubt that," he said instead, and took another bite.

The words do you have any bread? drifted lazily around his head, but it wasn't as if he had anywhere to sit here for a proper lunch.

[thatsamilkshake]

It was probably just as well, since in fact she didn't have any bread. "Well, you can never have too much powdered sugar."

Yes, yes, you can. At least, you can have too much on your nose. Thankfully, a nervous swipe at her face that wasn't even intended to accomplish anything managed to brush it off.

[bitchprince]

Right.

"I think you can, actually," Arthur said, dryly, "but that's hardly a matter of debate. I'll see you in the morning, then." He finished up his bite. Yes - definitely decent.

Somewhere in his heart of hearts, Arthur genuinely believed everyone (barring his father) in this world lived to serve him.

Yes, even Leto.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Okay, sure!" After all, sombody had to take care of the guy, since Merlin couldn't.

She hadn't forgotten the whole 'can't dress himself' thing, you see.

[bitchprince]

Arthur could dress himself, he would've assured her, should she have brought it up, it's just that he didn't see the point when he could get someone else to do it.

"Have a good day," he said, nodded respectfully, and turned on his heel.

He may have stuffed the second sticky food-thing into his mouth mid-turn. It was always nice when the universe fell into place as it should.