Arthur's Chambers, Citadel, Camelot, Wednesday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur had deposited Francine's beast of a cake where it belonged - namely, in a corner of his room where he and Merlin could pick at it occasionally. It was easily one of the better gifts he'd gotten for the whole waste of a day that was his birthday, barring perhaps the sword from Lord Ewyn, but he didn't have as much of an apetite for it as he'd

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[thismaskiwear]

At least the servant costume wasn't a shock this time, and all things considered Katchoo could pull off the role pretty convincingly. Consider, as an example, the businesslike way she'd bustled into Arthur's chambers with an armful of linens.

"Shouldn't you be heading out to beat on some impossibly pretty knights right about now?"

. . . well, it was mostly convincing.

[bitch_prince]

"Not for another candlemark, Katina," Arthur said, doing a credible job of looking like he wasn't pleased to see her.

... a sort of credible job. "I see you're making yourself useful."

[thismaskiwear]

Pfft. Katchoo wouldn't believe he wasn't at least marginally pleased to see her even if you paid her.

. . . well, hang on. How much would you pay her to -- never mind.

"Tell that to whoever's bed these actually belong on," she said dryly. Her glance landed on the cake, and she huffed a laugh. "If she'd made that thing any bigger, one of us could've jumped out of it. You'll be eating cake for as long as it's any good."

[bitch_prince]

"You haven't seen Merlin eat, obviously," Arthur said, with a quick roll of his eyes, but he'd pulled away from the bed now. "You might as well leave those linens here."