Merlin and Arthur's Room, A Hotel in Vancouver, Monday Evening

[bitch_prince]

On the upside, Arthur didn't know enough about local standards to recognise that the hotel they were in was not of the best quality available. That meant that everyone present was at least spared that amount of thrown fits or whining or irrationality of any stripe

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[bigdamndestiny]

"Arthur, they're not servants like back home."

[bitch_prince]

Arthur put the phone to his chest for a moment so no one could overhear - he'd learned that trick. "Then they shouldn't advertise being able to get us everything," he said.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Just ask them for the food and I'll take care of your bloody shoes." Merlin was about to smother himself on the bed now.

[bitch_prince]

"They have a shoe service," Arthur noted. He had no idea what 'shoe service' meant, but he had shoes. "It's hardly my fault they're going back on their word."

Sigh, Arthur.

[blondecanary]

Knock knock, knock knock!

"Room service!"

So not.

[bitch_prince]

The door swung open.

"You're not room service," Arthur told her, pointedly.

[blondecanary]

"I have chips though," Dinah said, holding up a bag of pretzels and a bag of Ranch flavor Doritos. "And drinks. If it's good enough for the writer's pen, it's good enough for you guys."

[bitch_prince]

"You're not even servicable," Arthur continued, blithely, "And we've placed our orders already."

The kind of stuff that would require a country to consume, yes.