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[veneficus]

[ 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? ]

Comments

[veneficus]

Oh, just apologize and be done with it.

[pratentious]

I'm not going to apologise without knowing what I'm apologising for!

[veneficus]

Then ask her. Oh Arthur, I'm certain she is simply sad and perhaps you have said something silly. This cannot be over you. I am certain of it. You would never harm her feelings so. Perhaps she is simply a bit upset.

[pratentious]

[ sigh ]

And I want just as much as you to see her return to a happier state, but I cannot help her get there if she won't tell us what is wrong.

[ emotions are so troublesome. ]

- and I doubt you losing to me in a duel is going to help.

[veneficus]

Unless I will win and she will laugh and feel overjoyed.

[pratentious]

Oh, good, tell her that joke and perhaps she'll come home!

[veneficus]

You simply need to talk to her, you're a rather big joke on your own account.

[pratentious]

You are so terribly unfunny. It's near painful, how unfunny you are.

[veneficus]

Must be a family issue seeing you lack all humor yourself.

[pratentious]

Then I suppose we are doomed to pitiful jokes and pathetic insults for eternity.

[veneficus]

I suppose so. Until I am married off and you are left alone with your knights and well, Merlin.

[pratentious]

Oh, gods no. Perhaps I'll send him along with you as a gift.

[veneficus]

Send Merlin of all things? He's the only one who can put up with you except for myself.

[pratentious]

That is a complete and utter lie!

[veneficus]

Your horse does not count for a being that can put up with you.

[pratentious]

[ ... ]

I find I would rather suffer my years in silence than spend them haunted by your presence.

[ he makes a dismissive little hand wave. ]

[veneficus]

Is that a way for a crown prince to speak? Honestly Arthur.

[pratentious]

I'll speak how I wish, harpy.

[veneficus]

Says the royal terror himself -

[pratentious]

I'm fair certain that title was bestowed upon the King's ward.

[veneficus]

The king's ward is more...'charming'? 'sweet'? 'clever'?

[pratentious]

Perhaps for those that've never met her. They've also used 'beautiful' and 'graceful' and I've honestly no clue who gave them such a false impression.

[veneficus]

Well we both know your perception is lacking -

[pratentious]

Because there's always something enormous blocking my view -

[ and he makes a vague outline of her body with his hands - ]

[veneficus]

[ The most dangerous look, are you calling her f - ]

Well one sees what one wishes to see, Arthur. Do you wish to tell me something? If you wish to court me that is not the way.