Maybe a Crackplot? Sort of? Just a little bit?

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan isn't normally one to do anything that might be remotely productive for anyone else, but, well, she's been bored. And so she's sitting the main room of the Mansion and has, laid out in front of her, a large number of small, oddly shaped glass bottles, each containing different potions. She's not selling them - oh, of course not - but she

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[scoffandjest]

"This must be what people have warned me about."

[morgansorceress]

*recognizes him as one of Arthur's rather uninteresting knights - a candidate for her to either to either despise or seduce. She decides, for the time being, to decide on the latter option, though that's not a definite decision. And so she laughs, leaning forward slightly* Me or my potions?

[scoffandjest]

Mmm... probably both. The potions, certainly. And probably you, too, since you ask.

[morgansorceress]

I'm unbelievably flattered to be considered a threat. Who's been warning you about me?

[scoffandjest]

Oh, nobody! I just guessed. Because if you think someone's been warning me, then someone's probably been warning someone else.

[morgansorceress]

*laughs* Clever, aren't you?

[scoffandjest]

Aren't I?

[morgansorceress]

*looks at him, trying to place him* Sir Dinadan, isn't it?

[scoffandjest]

That's the one.

[morgansorceress]

I, of course, am Morgan le Fay.

[scoffandjest]

Oh, well, that makes sense. What're these, then?

[morgansorceress]

[Typist: He's so...normal. How did he ever find himself involved with Camelot's messed up world?]

Every sort of potion you could imagine, Sir Dinadan.

[scoffandjest]

Typist: XD

Huh. Well, good luck in that, I believe I'll be going.

[morgansorceress]

That would probably be the best thing for your health. *smiles*

[scoffandjest]

Oh, I know it well, lady.