Kink Me! #17
Kink Me! #17
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The florist that she had hired to decorate this year’s bake sale had over done the pink to yellow ratio so now the whole high street looked like it had been coated with candyfloss. When she had done berating the women for her uselessness she then had to explain to Percival (again) that it he wouldn’t be allowed to enter his stone cakes this year because last year they nearly killed Mrs Unbridge when she choked on a paper clip. She then had to suffer through Merlin's unimpressed stare when he had to guide a silently crying Percival away from the children’s park and back to his house for tea and crumpets.
She had then been on the phone to the council for hours trying to secure funding for the main street to be re-tarmaced (after breaking the heel on the forth pair of Jimmy Choo’s this month)
After all of that there was barely time to check that the maid had correctly made up the guest suite before the doorbell rang.
Walking elegantly toward the front door she automatically straightened two picture frames before opening the front door to-
“Merlin?” she asked in confusion. Said vicar offered her an idiotic grin from behind the tower of tuppaware he was carrying and pushed passed her into the living room. She followed automatically and to make sure he didn’t leave any sticky finger marks on any of the surfaces. “What are you doing here? I am expecting company.”
“I know.” Merlin sounded breathless as he carefully lowered the tubs to the dining table at the back of the room. “That is why I am here. I commandeered a few of the best of the batch from the stalls before they opened. I wasn’t sure what time your brother was due to arrive and I didn’t want him to miss out on the best Ealdor had to offer!”
Morgana came closer to the table as Merlin started opening the plastic dishes and now noticed they were all full of food. Gwen’s homemade preserve, Leon’s scones, Gaius’ flapjacks and something that suspiciously looked like-
“Are those-?” Morgana peered timidly into the last box that housed small, pale round cakes that suspiciously looked like Percival’s dreaded stone cakes.
“Yes.” Merlin offered sheepishly, “But he was just so disappointed that he couldn’t take part this year and I helped him make them so no stationary what-so-ever I promise!”
Morgana glanced up at Merlin's hopefully expression and rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She said, very magnanimously. “Just get all this to the kitchen before Arthur gets here. And don’t get crumbs anywhere.”
Merlin grinned idiotically, again, and looked for a moment like he was going to hug her. But Morganas glare made him retreat with a fond look on his face that was almost as bad.
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