Room 419, late Saturday evening
Morgana was learning more and more about her phone every day. Just yesterday, she'd learned that if she didn't connect the phone to the wall every once in a while, it would become a small, lifeless brick, and while that kept her from having to check her voicemail, it did defeat the purpose of having the phone on hand.
Her first " New Message" notification was waiting for her when she turned the phone back on, and it took Morgana far longer than she would ever admit to figure out how to get to the message and read it. Arthur was very, very lucky that sending a return message was beyond her at the moment, because it meant that all she could do was stare at what he'd sent and try to make sure she hadn't misread it. Surely he hadn't told her not to worry that he was going off somewhere to kill evil creatures, with no mention of where or what because it was much more necessary to tell her to go shopping, but that seemed to be the undeniable truth.
She was going to strangle him when he returned. If she couldn't think of something to do with the money first, that is.
[OMG LJ NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN. *sigh* Establishy!]
Her first " New Message" notification was waiting for her when she turned the phone back on, and it took Morgana far longer than she would ever admit to figure out how to get to the message and read it. Arthur was very, very lucky that sending a return message was beyond her at the moment, because it meant that all she could do was stare at what he'd sent and try to make sure she hadn't misread it. Surely he hadn't told her not to worry that he was going off somewhere to kill evil creatures, with no mention of where or what because it was much more necessary to tell her to go shopping, but that seemed to be the undeniable truth.
She was going to strangle him when he returned. If she couldn't think of something to do with the money first, that is.
[OMG LJ NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN. *sigh* Establishy!]