*open to anyone, but mostly for Mordred*

[1handedwelshman]

Because he is Bored, and perhaps (though he'd never admit to it) a bit Lonely, Bedivere is sitting very comfortably on his favorite grassy knoll in the woods with a picnic of wine, ale, bread, cheese, grapes (un-enchanted, thank you) and apples (because you know what they say about apples...)

He did invite Mordred over for a drink, after all.