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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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Yes. But you must be honest. You must promise me you will say the truth. And if you like it, I won. And you shall be in my debt and if you do not I shall be in yours.

If the prince allows it.

We are not children anymore, Morgana. I want nothing to do with your inane games.

[ Her platinum smirk, #145. ]

You're afraid to lose. What happened Arthur? Remembering all the times you lost to me?

I have never lost to you, foul creature.

[ except for that one time and the other and then the time she dethroned his father and conquered Camelot - ]

Fine. Though I hope you are well prepared for your inevitable humiliation.

The real question is, are you ready for yours?

Ha ha. How terribly clever.

[ also read as: fuck yoooouuu!! ]

I hope your dough is better than your sense of humour.

[ but he'll finish scribbling something on his documents before laying down his pen and getting to his feet. ]

I hope you're not a sore loser as you were as a boy.

[ glaring glaring and then he shuts off the feed to walk down to the kitchen. ]

I never lost to you, woman.

Pity the man unable to admit to losing to a girl.

[ but she's smiling and tugging him with her. ]

[ he just narrows his eyes even further, indignant with her tugging. just like when they were children, absolutely nothing has changed. ]

I swear, if you've poisoned this and I die from eating cookie dough, I will never forgive you.

Oh try it and stop being such a child, really, there are times I feel like I am still followed by an eleven year old.

Perhaps because you act like you are still thirteen years old. Still getting me into trouble.

[ nudgenudge ]

[ Just to make him shut up, she shoves a lump of cookie dough in his direction. ]

Just eat, you fiend.

[ he reels back from it, then plucks it cautiously from her hand. ]

You're certain this will not make me ill?

I ate plenty and I am not ill.

[ smirking. that smirk that he really hates. ]

Of course...you could be more fragile than I am.

Do not turn this into an eating contest, Morgana, we both know you've a stomach to feed a small nation.

[ but now it's getting warm and sticky in his fingers!! so he just plops it into his mouth and tries to chew through it. ]

[ narrowing her eyes at his comment but then just settles to watch his reaction. ]

[ he makes faces while he's eating it, though not for the taste. ]

It has a very odd consistency, though - I suppose it isn't half bad.

[ but now it feels like it's coating the inside of his everything so he goes to grab a glass for water. ]

[ eating as he does. ]

You have no sense to finery.

[ he snorts. ]

If this is what you consider finery, Cook shall be nigh inconsolable.

You should eat them when baked. Not that you will, I shall not grant you this favor. You might as well try to cook for yourself and if not, there is a vast area of grass outdoors.

I think I'll pass, if it's all the same to you.

[ and if it isn't, well, whatever because Arthur is dipping three fingers into the dough anyway. to eat more?

of course not. to warm it in his hand and fling the sticky mess at her. ]

[ A few seconds of stunned silence before she shakes her head, washing her hands. ]

Really Arthur, you are such a child.

[ faking serenity as she plots a revenge? y e p. ]

I learned from the very best.

[ because he didn't have fun before Morgana came to the castle. he continues flicking small chunks at her from the counter. ]

Well, you remember what our tutor used to say, there is always room for improvement.

[ at the last word she turns, aiming a fistful of flour at his face, laughing. ]

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