Rumor Gal Cabin Living Room - Thursday Evening

[once_a_traitor]

Merlin and Francine had handled the food. They'd even been so kind as to make special brownies for everyone with Chuck's oregano. The cabin living room was Edmund's work, with a low-set table in the middle for everyone to sit around on the floor. Now all that was needed was the attendees.

[OOC: For Rumor Gal cabinmates and their guests!]

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[bitch_prince]

Well, the low table set-up was somewhat new, but all Arthur could do was shoot it a slightly appraising look and then brush it off. Casual disdain was a skillset in and of itself, after all, and it didn't exactly take him long to manage getting a glass of wine from somewhere.

He rolled his shoulders idly. Wouldn't be a bad night, he was certain.

[once_a_traitor]

Edmund returned from somewhere other than here with jugs of whatever he could get his hands on. There was mead and ale, at least, and he set them down on the table. "Arthur," he greeted.

[bitch_prince]

"Edmund," Arthur returned, deciding he could match informality with informality for an evening. "You've certainly applied yourself."

It wasn't meant to be patronising. Honest. It didn't even really sound that way.

[[ and thar the mun crashes, night! ]]

[once_a_traitor]

"I have more time on my hands than I should," he replied smoothly, pouring himself a cup.

[OOC: Night!]

[bitch_prince]

"We all seem to," Arthur replied, idly amused, and took a sip of his cup. "At least I've yet to be assigned any really ridiculous courses this term."

Even if he still had no idea how to deal with cars. He was... sure Professor Ziva would resolve that issue.

[once_a_traitor]

"You're lucky. I have one, with Loki. It seemed innocuous, but considering the first lesson involved humiliation, I'm thinking otherwise."

[bitch_prince]

"I've got Sir Minsc," Arthur mused, "But he's the ridiculousness I know. What sort of humiliation, then? I find this island has many forms."

Like Yzma.

He was going to repress a shudder at the idea of Yzma.

[once_a_traitor]

"He specifically demanded an embarrassing situation. I got out of it with some dignity intact."

[bitch_prince]

"At least in his class, you're all equal?" Arthur volunteered, although he couldn't hide all of his amusement.

[once_a_traitor]

"Yes, we're all subject to humiliation together," Edmund said dryly. "That makes it so much better."

[bitch_prince]

"Or he could have put you in the stocks," Arthur continued, taking a sip of his wine to hide the smirk. "To surviving humiliation this semester." Arthur, you ass.

[bigdamndestiny]

"I made the brownies." No, Merlin would never stop being proud of this. That... may be his downfall.

[bitch_prince]

"Well, that's reassuring," Arthur returned, dryly.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Have you had one?"

Just say no to those eyes, Arthur. Go ahead.

[bitch_prince]

Oh, Arthur could easily say no to those eyes.

He just chose not to.

"Francine has been involved in them, right?"

[bigdamndestiny]

"Her and I made them together," He assured Arthur. "I... stirred."