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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

[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.

[pratentious]

I would sooner court my own hunting boots, and I've used them to slay a boar. It was gross, blood everywhere, you'd've likely been ill.

[ and he'd still marry them first. ]

[veneficus]

Well I wish you great happiness seeing they'll be the only ones who will put up with you.

[pratentious]

And so we return to your astounding lack of humour. This is a vicious cycle, dearest sister of mine.

[veneficus]

Such pity that you are trapped in it, sweet brother.

[pratentious]

The pity is that I'm trapped in it with you.