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[ And here is one person who hadn't shown her face in a long while. This is the Lady Morgana, a long gown, pale skin and black hair caught up in a messy bun.

A messy..? Yes, for once, she doesn't look flawless. But that is because of where she is.

Lady Morgana is in the kitchen and from the look of it, she is baking.

A royal woman baking, yep.

At her side, there is a rather nice looking pile of cookie dough and a few trays of cookies which she had, at last, after many weeks, managed to comprehend how to bake.

But now she's not baking them, rather she is trying something new. But she looks confused. ]

Mix the eggs - do they mean one at a time or all together?

[ watch her frown at the recipe. ]

Has anyone ever attempted baking a cheese cake? I find myself rather confused. I managed the crust but I can't comprehend the rest of it.

[ and now watch her just...eat a bit of cookie dough. This is hard, ok? ]

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[ Ah! Watch. She'll show you! ]

Teaspoon is this one and a tablespoon is that one, see they hold different amounts of sugar or salt or whatever it is we might be using. And pre-heating means you simply heat it without putting the cake inside. So when you do, it's already hot.

Isn't it very clever? I've asked Mary about all these things a few weeks ago and I've been studying them ever since.

[ she's the medieval Martha Stewart. ]

[Merlin rocks back on his heels, eyebrows raised. He's impressed, and not afraid to show it.]

Wow, you picked that up fast. It took me a while to learn what some of the fiddly things in the kitchen are supposed to do.

So pre-heating's like...lighting the fire in the oven so you can just stick the food in? Makes sense.

What else've you been making in here?

[ Him being impressed brings a bright grin to her lips. Oh! ]

Try the cookie dough, it's brilliant. You're supposed to bake them but it's good like that too.

[He looks at it dubiously.]

But...it's still raw isn't it? It's safe to eat like that?

[ grinning up at him. ]

Are you doubting me, Merlin?

Well, when you put it that way.

[Merlin stares at the lumpy mix, and swipes some off of the mixing spoon.] ...here goes. [He tastes the mix, swirling it around his mouth experimentally.]

...huh. That's not bad.

I told you! It's quite wondrous, even.

[ brilliant smiling all around. ]

I know how to make bread--we all sort of learned in Ealdor--but I haven't tried anything that complicated here. [Don't mind him sneakily swiping some more of the dough here while making making an innocent face.]

So...Mary's been showing you all this?[He glances at her.] She's been sort of quiet lately, hasn't she?

She has been. I am very worried. I will talk to her, see what I can do. I'll bring her back home.

[He traces some invisible design on the counter as he leans against it.]

I could come with you...if you want. I've been worried, too.

I think it's a good idea. We proved to be a very good team.

[He ducks his head a bit, smiling.]

A very good team. Maybe we should give ourselves a name or something.

So what do you think? Finish this cake of yours and go off looking for Mary?

Yes, that sounds like a plan. Now pass me the eggs, will you Merlin?

[He hands the eggs over readily enough. Then looks at her, oddly hesitant.]

Hey...Morgana? If you really like making things, we could always take a look around the city, to the bakeries, and find some new things for you to try.

[ She cracks them, mixes, but then shoots him a curious look, as if trying to understand what is it he is asking of her.

A moment later and she smiles. ]

I'd like that.

Great! Maybe we could go in a couple days.

[See his ears? They're turning kind of red here, because he's pretty sure she just saw straight through his attempt at being subtle.]

Errrr anyway. [Changing the subject hastily? You bet he is.] Let's finish this up and bring some to Mary. Maybe something like this will make her feel better.

[Rubbing at his neck--which is also feeling pretty warm to the touch, now that he thinks about it--Merlin keeps his eyes glued to the instructions.] What've you already mixed together?

[ She's smiling too; cheeks slightly flushed. And - oh! He asked her something. ]

--- Oh. Can you pass me the sugar?

[At least he's not the only one feeling out of depth here. That's slightly reassuring. And she agreed!

Oh right. He should pay attention to the actual baking.]

Sugar? [One finger trails down the page until he finds the measurements for that ingredient.]

One half cup. I guess it means this? [He picks up the small plastic thing, then fills it with sugar and passes it over.]

Yes, thank you. I will need a glass of milk, too.

[ She smiles. ]

I never thought I'd be baking a cake, to be honest.

[It looks like Morgana's got this under control for now, so he'll just stand here and pass her whatever she needs (after checking the amount with the instructions).]

Didn't think I'd see the day, either, but I never would have thought I'd see a prince and a court lady fighting to protect my village, either.

[The smile he gives her is fond, masking the twinge of sadness he feels in his chest as he tells her this.] You Pendragons always manage to surprise me.

Ah, that is what makes us fun. Well myself, Arthur is a complete prat.

[ but it's said with far too much affection to be convincing. ]

I remember your village very fondly.

He is that, all right. [Also said with too much affection to pass as a real insult.]

Really, Ealdor? There wasn't much there, not compared to Camelot.

It takes a great fool to think a village cannot be richer than a castle. Camelot is grand and impressive, to be certain but...there was something there, with these people that made me very fond of it.

[Merlin looks away, properly chastised.]

No--you're right.

[Morgana might have all the jewelery and dresses she wanted in Camelot, but she had still been lonely enough to turn against Uther eventually.]

I wish you could have stayed longer. My mother, and the others, would have welcomed the three of you.

I do wish I could have stayed as well. I felt oddly at peace there.

[ a smile. ]

Your mother was so kind to us. As you are still, Merlin. I can see where you got your patience from.

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